This is a song about "Parties"

But don't subscribe to mainstream parties smoking weed,

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Cop a house in the suburbs just to throw some parties at

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Soaking up the summer vibes with all these parties

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

They vaguely decipher my language

Need it for my parties, and i need it for my plans

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

Fuck a deserted lot we throw parties at the hotel

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

They prefer to go to parties or participate in shootings

Weekend parties go quick no bluff,out of time it tends to suck

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut