This is a song about "Piching a tent"

You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

Wanna hear me, go wait in line and pitch a tent

A store that dosen't get a

Now hey little mama

But i can't cry, instead i'm just a shoulder

I'm a sinner. i'm a churchgoer.

A bunch a singers and sinners

So you finally got the nerve

Finally i find an abandoned tent and hide under it

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

When it comes to spitting that fire

Like a baby without a diaper

Where the black girls get their weaves back

What a bummer, what a drag

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

I’m picking through the crowd tryna see a little clearer