This is a song about "Partying and turning up"

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

Have heads turning on the scene, -what-

They were partying i was cutting tracks

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Working the drywall partying it up

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

What is society turning into?

I'm tryna learn somethin new

Tossing and turning scratching i'm itching, the fuck was i thinking

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Puns of pearls, yo tongue will twirl, looka here

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

She can only live for the moment

But the cogs are turning, and

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Cause i'm australia and i'm turning back the boats