This is a song about "Ikra safa and manisha"

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

So while you worry about the hoes

Hoping that he's listening

And i'm dizzy and spinning

And get it again and again

Then to try to chase these men

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Boy got dollars, pounds or whatever

Third ward general, young cash money

Living young and wild and free