This is a song about "Giving a tour"

Or who f*ckin' on who, need a pap smear

Bitches giving me dome like a glass sphere.

Buying a killing product, giving killers my money, for some honey,

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Initial place wasn't cruel so we oughta bull

Writing love songs that'll get you a tour

Tryna stand out nigguhs giving hand outs like a substitute

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Nowadays it's undead on tour,

You can end this verse premature

Giving em my brain ima get a concussion boy

It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy

With a note there and im thinking of reading

Giving head, now takes on a whole new meaning