This is a song about "Freaky fucking lingerie strippers"

Whores get with it, we get freaky like a contortion gimmick

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

We drink alcohol while them strippers show tush

Or let the mob handle that

Fucking maggot fucking a faggot

Dry land , but its my fucking

But he don't rule a thing

Put you on a swing n all kinds of freaky things

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

They call me a freak cuz i like to visually fuck these strippers for i strip em/

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

And blast you with his fucking

But i ain't listening