This is a song about "Virtual intimacy"

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

We live life a rap for it there not understanding it

He sings just one sentence, gleams in only his own presence,

Fucking with ricky got me working relentless in sessions

My presence be a death sentence to all but my apprentice/

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

With your weak presence, dude you'll need weapons,

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

#clinical insanity my brain flooded in genetical systems, belonging in therapies

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

I'm reppin' my presence like pleasantness from north to south

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

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can