This is a song about "Love at a party"

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Crew at my house and we party every weekend so

These joints here not found at the mall

To love me at all at all

Missed my cousins party, held at the park.

A working genius, a work of art

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

Be financially stable or busting tables for paper

Get real hyphy at the party when you hear me

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

There's a party i gotta go too

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

You doing the berney at a little kids party

Ain't a fucking party until someone throws up

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club