This is a song about "Bathtub"

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

To put you back to reality and start from base

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

Choked, but i was lucky enough to slip away, lastly.

I stay lucky cause im never sober

That's too many problems, too late to think over

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Get ya apron on/teas gettin cold/

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

You eat a dick like a fag on bath salts

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Well there goes your angel's face, got semen like a naval base,

Was shown no love you didnt want to live like that, your lucky

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

#run #that #base, i #fed #her #lines like #k with a double #chain,

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane