This is a song about "Creepypasta sally"

But i don't care, ain't it great?

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

While im bout to, go blow tree

But we should be body to body

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

Stepsister that blister to kilo kesh and willow

I am only your loveely tree

So while the world goes drake crazy

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

But you try craming a different fruit from the same tree

You don't know me, or my family tree

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Shes got blue eyes you can ''sea'' trough,

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

Used to ride on a goat, now i'm living in a moat

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke