This is a song about "How luke is bad at games"

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Had a bad day at school, so she's in a bad mood

My hopes and all my wishes

I ask him how the bad bitches

Hear the boy knocking at the games front door better let him in,

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Is how much goddamn pussy you can get at your home

But if i'm at it, mathematically, the money ain't bad.

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

And that i spent the night with her

Luke im not ur father

"is it cause he's bad" no

I ain't tryna brag though