This is a song about "I like a tamale on my soup but ain t nothing worth the poop"

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Staring at nothing on my phone but a cyber clock

I try to improve my style but shit's not worth

Nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers

Cuz your worth the view but im in a queue

I could think of a couple positions for you

I poop hemp ropes, cause all my shit dope

Motherfucker i ain't never broke

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

My souls worth a fortune like it was shimmering gold

A girls self worth is the liking on her instagram

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act friendly