This is a song about "Close your damn mouth"

Your name, i play no games, so watch your mouth

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

My garage full of cars that bounce

Tie you up and gag your damn mouth

With one gentle blow of wind from your mouth

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

So here i am at the store for some chips

Close/ your chapter of so-called "track classics"

Until i'm wreckin' with presents, like shovin' muffins down your mouth

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

Mouth of midas so dreams are close clean

The bitches is everything in between

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Gushing from your throat and your mouth