This is a song about "Freaky girls"

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

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

Love all the freaky shit even when you tie me to a chair,

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

I've become immune to you no name haters

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

Whether we in our room i like it freaky

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

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

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

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

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

It's fuckin' cold dawg, i think i might make freaky scenes,

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats