This is a song about "Bethy and sopha"

And a fridge and some broccoli

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

And some strawberries and some chocolate

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

What the fuck happened to rap when

And get it again and again

Mix my guiness with a dr. pepper

And don't ever (and don't ever)

And remember what i said and

This is something different

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,