This is a song about "P o r n"

Once as a slave who imagined being free

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Of masc to the field and double to the r

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

So while the world goes drake crazy

L y r i to the c

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

He cried like a baby eya-eya o

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p

Growing up i had your posters o

Same bitches used to play me though