This is a song about "Pink mist"

My girls and my sbs, got a thing for pink boxes

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Like that bron-bron? i had that long time ago

Dip, go! tip toe into the mist, slow..

I just think we need one night, can't decide if i came right

Like her tight bright pink ripe smitten that i have no invite,

J. cole runnin' late

Can't think straight rant pink crate

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

Like a savage ravages the pink abyss

I wonder when they'll see thru the fake mist

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

The dead society of a poet

Eye all pink, and cut to shit,

Enter a mist, twist, barrel role and all that shit.

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that