This is a song about "Sound at a party"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

With less people liking you than a pauly shore party

Cause everytime you come around

Keep writing and develop a sound

I’m at the party sipping on bacardi

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

How bout we blow this bit

You sound like a fucking parrot,

I give up my light like an interracial couple wit a child

The next day i chilled at a friend's house party and he played ny state of mind

Ain't a fucking party until someone throws up

I had a long day and i really wanna fuck

Makes for a hell of party

50,000 ones before i hit the lobby

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Tell mummy i'm sorry, this life is a party