This is a song about "Partying with bitches"

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Appy pressure like a sticker, fuck bitches with precision

Them niggas talking, they like man he official

Spattering bitches brains everywhere with my pistol,

Catch bitches like i'm fishin with a fuckin brass pole

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

With certainty they're slurping meat like fat bitches and sausage links

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

They were partying i was cutting tracks

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Bitches might burn you; they runnin' with that clap too

Lay down, relax, climax, let me bite you

Sayin shit, knocking bitches out with super saiyan fists

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service