This is a song about "After"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Splatter guts n' catchya after

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

I been smokin' that mary jane way after class(way after class)

Every night after ten

So we can live again

Look, what it look like

I'll fuck you after i strike

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Especially, after that heavily news

Took the van, went snatch her

Wrap that blunt under after

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

Because after it's tapered

Gets home after a night out

I don't know what you heard about