This is a song about "Loseing your girl freaind"

Yeah, ready for whatever

I'm the type to get your girl wetter

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

Tell your girl to clean my splatter up

As i light one for ill will

Your girl look like she need to chill

There's nothing man made than can make it just you

I knew i recognized your girl deja vu

Cause i can’t wait much longer

Call your girl up and meet her/

And he, what's his name, earl

You don’t even know your own damn girl,

Never wrong at any level

When your girl gives me oral

Christian dior your girl is a whore

Ima go until my arm's sore