This is a song about "Girls at parties"

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

That means i wear a suit and bend the truth and feel awful

Tappin' models, leaving parties, putting the ac in throttle,

Going hard on the weekend with parties and friends

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Girls tuggin at my zipper as i paint these mental pictures

And i ain't talking rap, man, i'm coming up this road

A bunch thirsty girls in this club look at they throat

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

I can always go home and look down my street

But don't subscribe to mainstream parties smoking weed,

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

Who ever parties should be proud damn it's good to be home