This is a song about "Disco biscuits"

Get your world crumbled down like biscuits

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

If you wanna take the chance we can dance without the disco

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

Flooding flushes, poker chocolate chips, the biscuits soggy

Sit on my middle finger and spin like a disco ball

Feds get involved, i’m slipping off into senegal

The only noise you’ll here is when i’ll take you disco

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

You need more than a pen 'n pad and ya disco set,

And my vision isn't set on the money i get