This is a song about "She was made out of candy snickers musketeers vodka"

She lashes at me, out of control,

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

She was the queen of the club

The cool say i'm thug

Or was it the effect of vodka running trough your head

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

Of the devil and then dance with him, drinkin' vodka,

She was the queen of the club

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

She was wet inside and out here

I just had to ask, tell me if it's real

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

My nigga i'm blowing o's, she blowing coke, candy for the nose