This is a song about "Place"

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

And i got them gold bottles, first place

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Temperature rising i'm heating the place,

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Because i don't feel in place,

And i just love your flashy ways

Labels are thrown all over the place

In his body and face

This ain't no race but his first place

The window is sharing my place

Baby got that super bass

I look back and see a downer place

Thinking of bliss and the good days

You were my favourite place

Baby, you got that super bass