This is a song about "A dress that you can t wear underwear with and college parties"

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

And college we gave yal that sensation…

Where god at? i need to call him

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

Going hard on the weekend with parties and friends

My flow ain't to fast and t ain't to slow, just so perfect that you could never know

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

With an old style and a sold can that outran

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

In a hairy mess, doused with gas, light her dress with matches

A metaphor, for the insecure

You know i don't wear a rubber

Bag it-it inside that cool-cool but ima need you to filet

And a kid that eats nothing but candy won' t get tooth decay/