This is a song about "Freaky"

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

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

Hopin' that my niggas see

Let me get lube so we get freaky

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

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

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

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

Must be something you want me to see

Straight to the highway man, it's freaky friday

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

This is fucking freaky

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Do you want some tunes i like it freaky

Whether we in our room i like it freaky

And the discography, somethin' you got to see