galactic escape room any% world record holder

It's the galactic escape room champ
I don't need clues
Just seafood, weed brew, and a green room
To boast post-success with fresh plates of cheese cubes
And have my whole life eq'd to the theme tune
Like drop out those highs please
I'm tryna take notes on this Papa Roach livestream
Should've used earplugs, tinnitus gon' bite me
They copy my flow off a stop-and-go price screen
'Cause my shit is straight gas
Turn minute maid mix into lemonade fast
While you on my IG- tryna instigiate some shit
With yo' face, ass
I bump jazz and browse obscure indie titles
Still huntin' down the cure for boredom
Floor covered in thousands worth of empty vials
Don't remember which one is right, though--