This is a song about "Party in nyc with the drill"

Toast, toast to the party!

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Titty, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here

I'm fantasizing in my mind bout how your body feel

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

From the streets of nyc to clubs playing the beat

Walk that body, talk that body

Toast, toast to the party!

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

See this whole industry is fake but they seem to know the drill

This party will make the neighbors lose it!

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

Keep the party turned round

Walking on the ground

Let's get, get, get this to the party!

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see