This is a song about "Meat curtains"

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

They're wildy cryin', goin' outrageous, when the niggas close the curtains//

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Forever you my bottom bitch

Regardless to all them, i appease her

While you serpents twerk, curtains close, sir,

Rack rack city bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Fuck wit me again i'll slice your throat behind closed curtains.

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Pause this shit, here i am open the red curtains

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

It's curtains, i'm inadvertently hurtin' you

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

Walking around dodge heat like i'm fresh meat.

I’m way harder than the concrete