This is a song about "Great party"

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Tell mummy i'm sorry, this life is a party

And i could see you coming home after work late

Exhibitions that's exponentially great//

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Of pleasure, jill you did great

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

Uh oh we gotta go to another party so can party some mo

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

So hopefully i would become great

So i went out to party

I stay lonely and cocky

I am the show and the after party

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Give me dome, then let me skate

Too bad i'm pretty great,