This is a song about "Her"

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

And make her fall on her face and

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

You aint gunna find her, mantel her from behind ima grind her

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Her eyes stay low call her asian

Oh you mad ‘cause i’m stylin’ from the city of power

Or possibly date her, maybe even masturbate her

Cos it reminds her of her dad helps her rewind the time

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

And panned out, i'm all in love

Presenting her dresses

Drop her, pick her up and tomahawk her/

If they ain’t talking bout paper