This is a song about "Articles of clothing"

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

And panned out, i'm all in love

Of which im not exactly proud of,

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

With or without clothing, next to the decomposing

Cause there could never be peace

Top of my pile of bodies

Converting verbs in my verse with diverse-ity with articles

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Just intentions to impress you, if capable

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle