This is a song about "I like big dicks and i cannot lie"

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

You and i know it was all a lie

I style on new york, pile up my fork

I like this pork, i wont lie to a dork,

That moschino shit is so back

I cannot be where you're at

And my due acknowledgement i cannot attain

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

And i don't wanna lie

Then we cut, look how she say my name

Tell em i cannot complain