This is a song about "Tv remotes"

I’m tryna be low key

I miss my cable tv

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

Cable tv, electric methadone

Because the baller lifestyles were all they showed on tv screens,

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

In a few years you'll see that on tv

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Black tear compliment my black lips in the lamborghini

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

My life ain't a tv show.

I ain't tryna brag though

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

See my self on the tv screen/

Miami nights, it was all a dream