This is a song about "Closed curtains"

Fuck wit me again i'll slice your throat behind closed curtains.

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

I'm exceeding my limit of drinking, are my eyes closed?

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

But from that perspective, what you can't see is behind closed curtains

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Together all the timethought it was true love

Indeed its curtains my style venomous

Oh, you look like my next victim

So i pulled back the curtains, merked him

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

Eyes closed, drinking whiskey, let the car drive

They're wildy cryin', goin' outrageous, when the niggas close the curtains//

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Its for certain that its curtains