This is a song about "Pharos"

Then take it down slow

Dipping in'n'out like argo/

Viewing thresholds as phoenix, my ash holds the meanings

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

On the beach of saint-tropez, but your man don’t lay

You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women

Never indecrous, phoenix flows stay hot like the sun

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Pretend to the judge that you were a saint

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

To be confident in my lyrics or no one will saint

And i feared that my fans say i failed

I'm a blessing but no i ain't a saint

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Im trying to have a good saint patricks day, im sippin 40s,