This is a song about "My favourite carvery"

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Wolf of wall street my favourite sport

You just working with the scraps you was given

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

She forget about her husband

My streaks my testament.

I love her and this is why she's my favourite love song

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Out of this 3rd rock, nigga air it out

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

My own unknown is my enemy,

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

My words are my rhythm

So now she picks up the gun