This is a song about "The surface"

What a nervous purchase a death circuit i stick to the surface/

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar

Now on the surface you seem like a pretty good rapper,

A gem on the surface but grew into a disturbed recluse that she converted to

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Girl you got a lovely outer surface

She can make a pimp fall in love

I was washed out but i rose to the surface,

Probably be dirt rich and worthless

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Shhh they will never surface worthless churches fed fiction for another purpose

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Beneath the surface of your skin like surgeons