This is a song about "Floppy and cupps"

But i ain't listening

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Juicy and hot such a black bitch temper

And don't ever (and don't ever)

And once i'm dead and gone

Haven't seen a girl in so long

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

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And a fridge and some broccoli

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Shout out my nigga miles

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,