This is a song about "Confetti"

My music is confetti when you win a race

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

And let me bust back to them niggas till they cold and sweaty

And start tossing up this green like the lettuce was confetti

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

My control is steady and calm like floating confetti,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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