This is a song about "Sexiest places"

Many faces, trading places, diggin' graves, slaves patient,

Fuck around and pay your rent lets go in my car and fake the tint

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Being in 2 places and to pull myself together quick!

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Officially lifted off to oasis, places

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

Delivering a crushing blow, have you gushing from places you didnt know.

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

I used to look up to middle-class kids for trading places,

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

The science with hidden places n' government leaving clues and traces

Now im organized/ i feel changes in the strangest places

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush