This is a song about "142"

And all you cute

I must go like fly route,

With a fistfull of poop,

So i banged for a minute

Get my taste from all of my bitches

That shoebox shit, over with,

Or something that you paid for

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door,

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

Poop's flying on a route to your face,

Entrance no charge cause we late to the club

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut,

The faker they shakin' my hand

That we can't forget the past.

Sitting on the toilet thinking,

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing