This is a song about "Muffin tops"

So we could kick the butler out and we can make a muffin

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

Everything about me tops all of them

Sitting on the high tops sniping you targets,

So here i am at the store for some chips

And he aint even cum, she just started licking tops

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I got a closet full of them thrift store tank tops, and you ain't even know it,

I only fuck bitches who bust out of tube tops

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

While yall walk down the street with yall halter tops

Trying to move foward, though it never stops