This is a song about "Scat fetish"

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

This fetish with drinkin' nigga's blood in never enough

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

You aint ready for my raps so just scat

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Should get the message you the type to satisfy my fetish

Tryna make the perfect odds like he got a fetish

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

Shopping i’ll be in paris

Writing rhymes is a fetish

You the type to satisfy my fetish

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Always changing the sequence for fetish reasons as i bath in red leakage.

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch