This is a song about "Squeaky voices"

No squeaky clean scenes of ghetto violence is,

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

Choices with different voices

See boy she been in love

Or peachy keen scenes of teens, nothing was squeaky clean,

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

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

Generations to come will be influenced by new voices

All these voices are so loud

I must go like fly route

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Into the temptations/ these voices and faces keep #chasing,

Searching for all the voices

She can make a pimp fall in love