This is a song about "Harry styles coming to my quienceanera"

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen

I'm coming back to home again

Cause this is coming from my heart

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Add up to my standards if you keep coming with that bland shit

They on my ass like a center make them take a hike

I'm spreadin' to all the crews back, peace harry mike,

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

My dad going to work and never coming home,

D-low where's the trigger, i'll let this bullet play hero.. bang

I brought her back ,right to my apartment, she was coming apart man!

Coming to your door, knock knock

Fuck you cop, you can nibble my cock