This is a song about "A bad party"

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Fernando blunt is a bad rapper

Everybody, just clap your hands if your a real

Titties, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here

My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey

With less people liking you than a pauly shore party

Girl listen, trying to position

Instead having a bad addiction

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Cuz im a bad girl, bad girl (x2)

No rhyme is a bad rhyme

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Ain't a fucking party until someone throws up

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

After a night of barcadi, booze, a party ruse with gentlemen pretends