This is a song about "Felicia and emma"

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

And stop playing hide and seek,

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Good kids make bad grown ups

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

What i do, through and through and

Saw puff, i was finna' speak

And kill yourself and your clique

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Ain't no women at the shows

So you finally got the nerve

And their mothers and fathers