This is a song about "Fluffy bunnies"

You can get it after we do it like bunnies

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Bare-naked bedroom bouncing better than bunnies

Smoking on that fluffy herb the shit the police confiscate

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake