This is a song about "Comfort"

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

Too tall for comfort, the iron giant is on his feet.

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

It's time i broke the #comfort #o-#zone layer, teleport

Discount on account of the comfort, it's no wonder my momma was proud

And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

Fate was cold n' twisted, they had coexisted in bliss for the comfort

My heart livin, got silver lining to soft women

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

I can have some type of comfort when a genius really needs it