This is a song about "Show of confetti"

After the show i got with serval of the those asses

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Try to show instead of tell it's elementary you hoe.

So listeners give up your ears, it's your hero

To show my signs of stardom rise on a basis

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

And start tossing up this green like the lettuce was confetti

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Curtains down,go home,end of your homo show

Been stunting since teen wearing something obscene joe

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

End of the show i get an encore and evryones clapping

If show weakness towards the slightest bit of hate

Our vision never changed, we self made