This is a song about "Not being a party type"

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

With less people liking you than a pauly shore party

After a night of barcadi, booze, a party ruse with gentlemen pretends

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Ain't a fucking party until someone throws up

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Got a electrical eel type spit

Not a choice but shows being careless,

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Tell mummy i'm sorry, this life is a party

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

And we're not the type who copies

4-3... yea, remember that please

I'm not the type of interviews

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth