This is a song about "For 9 it s plenty 8m kind of drunk so we can set off on your level keeping"

We have plenty of corners you can accommodate,

And i let her spend half the ticket, give or take

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

We bout to set it off, turn the lights on,

I'll created thunder on your rain, increase the level of pain,

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

So now i ain't gonna be so kind because we all know that your phony,

So we gonna get on your fucking nerves til u bend it,

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit

Your level of slut's off the graph, call you uncharted/

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

Nah, don't fuck with none of yáll, we just here to set it off,

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

So just put the fucking lotion on or set me off