This is a song about "1not singing this song in your choir or in your orchestra"

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

No matter what city or town your in you're gonna get screwed

8 rappers all in a circle like a spherical choir/

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

I’ll do your girl in a vent or a tent

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

In this rap game your no competition

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

Or in the cell in your jail, say your hello, from it

Or you could come a little closer, put your hand in mine

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

Car with no limit what

And that's the feeling i'm trying to describe in this song/

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong