This is a song about "Virtual intimacy"

You're a slut out of reality sucking virtual knobs,

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

No matter how much i try, stay alive, i'm a die a man

I'm the hulk, fag! quit living in virtual reality madman!

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

I'm blowing up rappers in the center of proximity

As i enter the vicinity i'm blowing up rappers in the center of proximity

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Maybe i'm just a feature in this bleacher

Everything i do exotic i don't need to bring a broad

The love affair with arrogant flare is not as common as thought.