This is a song about "Boner soup"

Head in your soup while im headin to the coupe

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Soup pal every night i'm fucking a new gal i go straight to bed never let them

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

But rather than singing non praise the dude

Want a taste of the lyrical soup,

Though she pop me low, lookin’ for dat beaver

And spike the soup with toilet cleaner

Yeah bitch this date's done

Go to a soup kitchen

Burnt the soup, call it asher’s broth

Huh, a metaphor of course

And she rides me again this time for longer, i say damn girl ill never lose this boner,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Probably give you a boner

But that's what he liked her