This is a song about "Bathroom sex"

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

It seems like you gotta go cry in the bathroom

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon

He catches her and puts her arm around her to the bathroom,

Stabbing gall bladders in backs of bathroom stalls

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Recording in the bathroom at the gas station,

Cause sporadically damagin' my reputation

Doesn't matter whether its a guestroom or a bathroom

I am out of this world and you a man on the moon

When i went to the bathroom

And her smile lit up the room

Kids in the bathroom were just passing by

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die