This is a song about "Hedonism"

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

This aint a gesture of negligence but i guess your turning to lecherous decadence

Screens paint a picture of depravity real-

All my love to these queens in here

Drunken bastard from a bar

She is far bizarre

Because i needed to cut that decadence.

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

I drunken stumbled to the classroom, fucked up as can be

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

I never use a fork i always spoon her

I've punched more fucking lines than a drunken fighter,