This is a song about "Cottage grove"

Chillin' at the cottage, drinks by the pool

But she forgot about the golden rule

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

Chasing myself, im in the grove its how i let loose, now i fit the shoes

This one, not so smooth he will not approve, in a messy grove

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known