This is a song about "Confetti"

And start tossing up this green like the lettuce was confetti

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

My music is confetti when you win a race

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

My control is steady and calm like floating confetti,