This is a song about "Normal models"

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

It to others got two role models aka brothers

Her heart rate slows to normal

Just like an animal

No role models, except for them dudes slangin pounds

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

We poppin' models like dahmer

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Except for whole bottles, there's no role models, no chaperones,

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

Just so i can feel normal,

I lose my mind for divine oral

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

That happiness isn't buried on tv screen with pretty models