This is a song about "Daniel dolman"

Skirt the edges liars built

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

When truly we're divided by our wealth, those lying snakes,

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

Overexposure like i chose hurt with no shirt, turns into a tan

I literally almost shit my pants/

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

Got my shirt off the club too packed

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Our relationship seems to be even shorter than your skirt,

Attached like pants keepin casual

No one notice your struggle

You can get naked or just keep on your shirt

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard