This is a song about "Marry chrchristm bitch"

Now you speaking my language

You mediocre bitch

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Screaming for me like "marry me bitch" like honey i'm sweet

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Took your hand then asked for u to marry me?

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

They vaguely decipher my language

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Marry a model and pop an awful lot of bottles,

Come battle me you little bitch

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch