This is a song about "Boobs and buts"

That's why i'm makin' money

And a fridge and some broccoli

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Live from the lamont's rose

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

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

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Good kids make bad grown ups

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

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

Inspired by women, niggas say that i treat em different

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,