This is a song about "Freaky fucking"

She was a freaky bitch, a friends with benefit type which was the opposite

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Another love song about shit

Be fucking specific

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

To see how much destiny can spit then corrode in some freaky shit?

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

We're freaky leeches, no sweet peaches or cream,

This is fucking freaky

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Do you want some tunes i like it freaky

Where scary props and freaky sounds surround

Baby doll, check it out: i get around