This is a song about "Skinny ties"

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

And ties me to the pavement

Skinny dipper,yeah she got a temper,

The plight of a rapper or whatever

Got the vans on, plaid shirt and some skinny jeans,

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Dem gals real shifty, ass fat body skinny,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

And he, what's his name, earl

Just a skinny white girl,

He hit me on aim, i respond, he replies

See ourselves adorned in coats, collars, and ties

Any ties, the government metaphorical knife will slash,

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

Goin skinny dippin', and you know we ain't trippin'

Young nigga with old spirit and ambition