This is a song about "Blowjobs and 69ing"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And a fridge and some broccoli

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

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

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

Fuck you if you feelin' different

Social conditioning and

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

And their mothers and fathers

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Living young and wild and free

Summertime in the city