This is a song about "Sex with ur self"

Self-destruction's author, with the devil i take selfies.

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Young, nigga having sex many ways with your mother.

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

And the docs are at odds with any self sabotage

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Either ur a masochist or love being packed with dicks

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

I bee so bumble, ill sting ya n flirt with ur honey

Cause i hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

And with them dashes ur probably running too fast.

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

You just another dumb hoe with some sex appeal

Phone home shawty you know you a brother out of here