This is a song about "Macks and dons"

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Living young and wild and free

And losin all his money

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

And i'm dizzy and spinning

I was born to do the damn thing

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

And remember what i said and

And inhospitable,

I'm modest, and humble