This is a song about "Love song about moldy pizza rancid butter and flat soda"

Look how i do it, yo i'm taking you back

And imma makes sure all four of ya tires are flat,

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

And i'm not about to let my lyrics become flat

Talking about big love

Hop off the bus

Her lips and my dick, they stick together like a nutter butter

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

In my bread and peanut butter you're the jelly in between

Music, i have to listen to music all day long

How 'bout i talk about pimps and hoes when i go write a song,

Leave ya rancid, we advance and

This is something different

When the song plays, nobody loves "drunk in love",

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous