This is a song about "Putting boogers in ass"

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important

Lyrically molested by a mc putting you in a dress and

And i can get em all without lots of effort

No time for play today, i been putting in work

Tappin' models, leaving parties, putting the ac in throttle,

I hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospel

Is she putting in her all or what?

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

Then putting it in space to be enveloped by a black hole

For putting in ten minutes of just using the alphabet

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt