This is a song about "Confetti"

My music is confetti when you win a race

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

This party's fuckin started, you won't find confetti

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

My control is steady and calm like floating confetti,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

And start tossing up this green like the lettuce was confetti

She assembled confetti just cuz he said he was ready to hit it

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that