This is a song about "Callum s nasty in 1 000 000 ways"

And hot dayscocking my heat shooting it sideways

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

1, 2, 3 people in 1, life for me, is it done?

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Aww lost in my past ways

Never can i straight face

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

No narcotics in my pockets, only got 1 jackson in my wallet

Hiding down ducking strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

I conquer in all types and ways

Baby, you got that super bass