This is a song about "Glitter dongs"

I got the mind of a serial killer, i killed glitter and apple fritter, big sean,

And we still high assed outscreamin' 'thug till i die'before i passed outbut now that your gone

I'm feelin' like i better have an answer

No i'll have that bitch wit some glitter then i'll tip her,

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

All this is probably karma, you dishonored the father

No i'll have that bitch wit some glitter then i'll tip her,

No i'll have that bitch wit some glitter then i'll tip her,

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer