This is a song about "Pink tutus"

Falls, rub my balls, on your mom’s pink draws

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

You, you, you have to pay for that

Eye all pink, and cut to shit,

Like a savage ravages the pink abyss

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Can't think straight rant pink crate

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

I keep my friends close, enemies on a leash like

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

So deep in that pussy it gives me pink eye

Pink bandanna is my suit

Pockets probably like fried food