This is a song about "Lovely afternoon"

I think i might go michelangelo with flows this afternoon,

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

What do you want me to say? your a lovely little liar.

You ever paid attention in there? me either

You'll see what this artist sees, call it a lovely masterpiece.

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

You're my lovely angel right out of the fuckin heavens.

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

Every afternoon after school crank the tunes and wait for the moon

Spent the rest of the afternoon drinking blowing trees

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

Runs from cheeks when they cry, money hungry thieves lovely monthly fees

I eat you like a afternoon snack, and i pour in the side glass some jack/

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack