This is a song about "Dates"

The news is broadcasting celebrity dates 'n' splits and the lack of loving/

With feelingsthis a mans world youngin'the bitches in businessso learn a 'lil something

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

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

The news is broadcasting celebrity dates 'n' splits and the lack of loving

And so i remember, dates like january 24th

And i'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange

Got a flock full of dimes

I remember dates, times

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

It all dates back when all i did was sat around on my ass

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

Among dates i was thinking upon traits to take place but no trace come on fate