Kidding

This song is written to the people that don't fuck with me

And luckily for me there's lot of content sitting comfortably

Behind a keyboard, fingernails that ain't been cut for weeks

Probably sitting pissy-panted, chummy in some dungarees

They talk about me like they know me well

Like their words gon make me recognize I won't propel

That zero under your name, faceless

Don't mean a thing to me

So if I see you publicly possibly treat you like Adele

Go easy on ya

My flow greasy like chicken parmesan

Too sleazy like big pharma