This is a song about "Eating out her pussy"

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Dip tho cause her pussy was a forest

Try to keep your spirits up, lil vodka whatever

"stop poppin' that pussy" is what i tell her

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

I strikeout in her pussy but that's the first inning

Her tears are like acid, eating my insides

Foamposites, the lebrons, i’m fuckin’ wit’ the spikes

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

And get that pussy when i took her to the funeral

But i pussy out every single time

Go inside the mind, you will find the mine

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

I scream and shout like your girl when i ate her pussy out

Even if the girl crys and say her pussy hurts

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth