This is a song about "Loose butthole"

Writing like i'm running on the loose,

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Coins flyin out my pockets my nigga thats what i loose

Nothing for me to cut them bitches loose/

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

// satanic voice: satanic ritual abuse, just let loose,

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Potent phlegm gold tutted, bodies go loose

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Oh yeh... they've been forgotten since the youth cut loose

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

Even if it means lettin loose a nina

With women with issues

But we dont fucking loose,