This is a song about "Being an independent girl"

Fuck being an architect and kissing ass,

But i let off everything i have

My lounge is immense and my strippers independent

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Like an independent store, something's wrong with my head

One night love: i'mma need that

Fuck being counterfeit

And this will be the song that we sing

I believed in a higher being.

Being an alchoholic i fear,

Do not attempt to interfere

I was being an ass

Bring your pen and your weed stash