This is a song about "Screaming love"

My homies in the back screaming "b.i.n.g.o

I gonna take it really nice and slow

My life is stuffed with drama, arguements and screaming

I'm late working, i know i didn't come home that evening

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

Translation cause my life is too sweet

Loud as hell screaming out the back seat

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Bitch screaming i want this cream-pie tease,

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Screaming and your scared/your heart is beating

Callin' your name, screaming and shouting you're way,

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play