This is a song about "Tv remote"

When you probably live with your mom, and can't pay for tv

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

I got my heart and soul in remote control

And everything on tv is just your imagination

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I wanna be next to you

Picked up the tape, the whole tv too

Spot tv ona late night

These hoes ain't acting right

I miss my cable tv

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Just keep them out of my basement and away from the tv

Black tear compliment my black lips in the lamborghini

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

I see people like me, in movies and on tv,