This is a song about "Weathering temperature physical weathering ice or water salts wind plants chemical weathering"

Physical fitness, home economics

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

Moms beg me to stop she said ill wind dead or in jail

Whether it's god almighty, or the almighty dollar

I know you up in heaven, sipping on pabst, coors light or water

Chomping at your oxygen chords

I was framed, got the case of salts

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Chemical imbalance, apparatus to my madness

Ice cream or vanilla,

You're fucking with me, nigga

Majors misbehaving i'mma have to take it digital

Emotional or physical either way it's cynical.

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars