This is a song about "Rubs"

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

Spit till fitted, rubs this subliminal mindd shifted to saying bitch im gifted...

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

He's such a narcissist that he jerks off and rubs it into his pores

Stay tight pussy like where a dike rubs,drinking in a quite pub,

Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Mapping the next cut on his arm, he rubs the razor along, it floods.