This is a song about "Farty parties"

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Going hard on the weekend with parties and friends

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Guess you can call me a hearty farty trooper, the truth is on the way

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

Need it for my parties, and i need it for my plans

But don't subscribe to mainstream parties smoking weed,

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

Who ever parties should be proud damn it's good to be home

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Weekend parties go quick no bluff,out of time it tends to suck

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again