This is a song about "Boner soup"

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

I go hard but like a boner in public i try to hide it

Pockets probably like fried food

Slurp you up like wonton soup

Poke out from behind her

Probably give you a boner

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

You really liked tomato soup, so i went in to make tomato soup

Meet me by the entrance of the tube

Drowning in the political soup

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

And spike the soup with toilet cleaner