This is a song about "Naked men"

You can get naked or just keep on your shirt

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

They'll never become better men

So we can live again

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Senior on this freshmen rocking that letter men,

I'll never be retro like a cool kid

Days turned for the worst as i run home naked

But i cant help with they send me naked pictures

Talking caramel with them asses like the strippers

I'm the doctor you my nurse in a uniform

And seen her spread across the bed naked watchin' gay porn

Are too far out for naked eyes to see

So gon' and be my dealer baby