This is a song about "Penile objects"

Shouldn't have to turn my words into objects just to make a figure of speech

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

So robbing for objects of opulence ain't worth the consequence,

Showing hateful emotions towards objects is such a nonsense complex,

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

To spot any movement of objects to move with the smoothest of motions

She said that we could switch it up and you can sit where mama sits/

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

Looked for prospects, fascinations with material objects,

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

That portray women as objects, as hoes and gold diggers,

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Showered in your objects you don't know about the projects

Treat a broad outside like i got five thou when i'm out y'all know i don't reach

Shouldn't have to turn my words into objects just to make a figure of speech