This is a song about "Glitter"

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

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

Me i never call em back, she said that y’all go together

Here, take a cab, thanks a lot for the cockshe's gone, and i'm thinkin that my game's so strong

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

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

I'm haunted by the thoughts of being husband, or a father

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

To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter