This is a song about "Pissing all over the walls and in some random dudes coca cola"

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

And his brains were all scattered all over the floor

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

And fif’ here to lick on that coca-cola shit

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

Then the walls come up and she's alone in a crowed room

Slangin a coke without the cola

And muthafuck the quota

I see random people all over like a repeat command

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room

Its in black and white and read all over

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

My fliest days and my plummets... my random flaws in abundance,