This is a song about "Bongos drums and boobs"

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Words hit my ear-drums - bounce-off - brain churns but can't get through it

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

As many grains of salt as bacon

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

And get it again and again

Suck my lolly pop then

Got to the end of the tunnel

And inhospitable,

Social conditioning and

She can only live for the moment

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

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

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

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash