This is a song about "Do"

Everything i do i do it then i do it

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

Do you worry? do you even care? do you even know

Raised by a momma who, who

So whatever you wanna do

Don't understand why we do what we do

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

I was twelve when the gunned you

Ohhh what to do, what to do...

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Governments could do way more than they do

Forever asking what do i got to do

Ay though i love you hate that bitch that's always with you

Bitch, do what you gotta do.

I'm coming home with you