This is a song about "The watts"

I fucking hate this job

From the bottom to the top

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

The weed into the bong

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

She acting all extra

I bring the heat like the

In the face of the outside.

Cause if you run the light

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

You can bring your crew motherfucker

In the heat of the summer,