This is a song about "Dustin teeter"

Trigger squeezed, shine at the tip of my finger like nail polish

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

It's my turn to phrase a turn of phrase and turn a purple haze

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Describe that's it's not about

I turn into a beast, i turn the booth to a shack,

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

Kiss my body from the tip top

Almost cried right on the spot

Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter

Turn that pussy into a geyser

Flashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in her tip cup

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Or something that you paid for

We can't let this turn vapor