This is a song about "A girl party"

Tell mummy i'm sorry, this life is a party

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

And once i met a good girl

And he, what's his name, earl

Knowing you was getting by hardly

Makes for a hell of party

Little girl for a big boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

With less people liking you than a pauly shore party

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Catch you up on places i've been

Got your girl in a submission

Tell mummy i'm sorry, this life is a party

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

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