This is a song about "Daquan and keisha"

The club underwater, have em running out the front

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Could be applied to this shit

The revolution will proceed

And stop playing hide and seek,

From the back seat, back seat

And kill yourself and your clique

Baby, you know who you are

And don't ever (and don't ever)

This is something different

And remember what i said and

And get it again and again

Flyer than the rest of them

Snapple fact: you rather wack

And like to boast and brag