This is a song about "I love his dick"

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

You know the type of bitches that fell in love with that glass dick

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

This his highness signing off, love circling absurdities

He's angry, maybe cause he wants a dick in his big lips

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Scream at the heavens you reject his love,

I'mma let you hang chick

I give girls happy meals (my dick)

Never meeting his true love, having kids,

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Sticking my dick in a purse, cuz i love fucking with cash