This is a song about "Flos mutter"

'till that music is imprinted on 'em, programmed like a drone,

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

I may be bleeding facts but ur just moaning lies.

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

"make a fool of me" upon uttering a threat in attempt to self defense

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

She moaning and groaning, "a e i o u" no consonants/

Houdini niggas, linguine ass butt munch

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

I bite harder than a munch i trust facts more than a hunch

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

She'd be moaning all night long while you write a new song

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

Sorry bout the stutter, didn't mean to mutter

I don’t know why…hey, wait a minute motherfucker