This is a song about "A raging boner"

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Raging and raising up hell, waiting to pay someone else,

Its a challenge breaking a habit

Say she told her i wouldn’t shit

Is written in our souls, africa

Any thing to say a a a a a a

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

I go hard but like a boner in public i try to hide it

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Gotta boner, im gonna cum

Car seats got screens in them