This is a song about "Procter and gamble"

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

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

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

We got different hands so you can't gamble my fives

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

This is something different

Grab the scissors and saws and

I pray the lord my guns to keep

And kill yourself and your clique

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

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

They laugh and scream and leap

Nightmare on any street