This is a song about "Get freaky"

Can't get a even get slow.

Call me whatever joe

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

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Before i lay down, i thank god for the blessings

Put you on a swing n all kinds of freaky things

Wants you around trynna to get

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

Sometimes two people jump their feelings out

Where scary props and freaky sounds surround

Let me get lube so we get freaky

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Play hard to get, females get jealous

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Get loud/ get loud/ let me hear you get louder

Can't change who i am, i just try to get better