This is a song about "Bath towels"

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

Lyrical miracle spiritual blood bath here we go miss..

It would be a bloody bath, to make your buddies dash,

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

You eat a dick like a fag on bath salts

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

We pull by, so we could spy, then leave a bloody bath

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

When i went to the bath room

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

I just wanna pick you up and take you to a wrestling match

Bath ya in acid while i'm watching your spine detach,

Won't run out anytime soon

When i went to the bath room

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Like i chose to take that path but they got caught in a blood bath,