This is a song about "Penile objects"

Material objects got me fascinated so i'm tellin' lies,

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

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

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

Of objects in the distance going round and round

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

From these objects of affection,

Hope ya'll ain't have no protection

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Then i did some spanks with my four objects called planks

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

Nothens changedcause in tha came it's a steady aimfuck friends

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

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

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