This is a song about "Choosing who to lobe"

Stuck in this game

Who has the right to reign,

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

So beware and be careful choosing your words fag

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

All i wanna know what avenues you choosing

// [who they came to see]

I delete they history

Pry ya entire lobe prier to fighting on

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

// [who they came to see]

Fuck that now trying get the money

Those who wish to follow me,

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

A kubali khan kinda don, choosing dudes to be done in

Highest form of affection, physical connection