This is a song about "Plugs and stubble"

Then got high from butt plugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

You is not hip then i can not coach her

And don't ever (and don't ever)

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Huh, i can't interpret her

And get caught, in the moment

And remember what i said and

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Still trying to grow a stubble on your face, such a waste

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

Well, the club bout to hear this song

And once i'm dead and gone