This is a song about "Getting out of the friendzone"

Getting rough in the booth like the tissue of armadillos

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

The birth pangs of democracy shout out

It's getting fucking crowded so they're jumpin out of my mouth

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Until you harness the skill of getting out of harm's nest

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

I'm the king of england france was getting old,

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Crazy out of my mind, fell out of the boundary

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Jewish getting married in the church of st. sebastian

I roam like phone with no vocal reception

But i love my job, getting rid of the defection.