This is a song about "I broke up with my ex girl here s her number"

I have the brain of a genius you have the brain of a neanderthal

Looked at her number and gave her a call she picked up and i said hey its paul,

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast

Got your girl on her laps with my cum all on her face smeared

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

Woof, bitch, top dog lay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

The fourth one, i like to kick around

Worked my way up, and here i wound

How simple they are

Call your girl up and meet her/