This is a song about "Giving me head"

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

You uttered name of me? i'm giving you time to

All we need is convienient love

Giving me no entitlements

Head of gsod yea that me,

They gotta point em out baby

Through these lyrics i'm giving you the real me,

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

My resonance is elegant 'n' i'm better than anyone ur giving me

Rappers steady beefing, giving me cold shoulder

You was just a little smaller but you still roller

All these bitches giving me stress instead of giving me head

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette