This is a song about "Marvin and paddy"

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

It reminds me of marvin gaye and carson mcrae,

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

And their mothers and fathers

All my real motherfuckin partners

It's an unusual genre for a female paddy/

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Third ward general, young cash money

And a fridge and some broccoli

She all on my skin

Now im starvin like marvin

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

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