got Rolex? more like got pip-boy

Got a vault-made shine on my wrist, that’s a Pip-Boy flex, Everybody staring like “what’s that next?” Numbers glow green — yeah, it talks like a tech-god, Maps in the palm, whole world when I press mod. Ain’t nobody got one quite like mine — Custom mods, rad-proof, wasteland design. While they scav in the dust just prayin’ they survive — I got the future on my arm — and I’m still lookin’ alive.