This is a song about "Nichole the butler"

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

So the ones eye has freak don't run

The bigger the the fun

"whatever is fair" but i ain't no jerry butler

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

Gerald butler except cool like zoo lander

Of impactful things one can ask for

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,