This is a song about "Metric dactyl"

I drop philosophies,

Gotta go, let her leave

Quicker to dash, than sit and drop my first and crack instantly.

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

You ain't detroit, im the d

All i want is you baby

Double digits shots when going crazy killin' cops

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

I'm just trying to make my dollars double//

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Layin on his chest in the sand time forgotten on the dash.

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Nutty as a nut cake thinks he is goody two shoes

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth