This is a song about "Bitcch dab"

Rinse repeat, life is just a cycle

Never seen you as lyrical

Brush my teeth and comb my fucking chin hairs

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

They get you up off your feet, brush the crap off your shoulder/

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

Than i pop a pill and swallow that shit with an almond joy

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, wolf gang

In fact i paved the way for takin' claim, remaining dames had best ran

It made me tense / i felt shaky when / the card was rejected at the atm

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

God willing i'll proceed to a good husband

Ran right in ross, lookin' real prominent

College girl going wild, we gonna need a camera man

And i walk what i talk and i walk never ran