This is a song about "Stiiling your girl"

Your girl i'm fisting so stop your bitching

Quite gifted, ambitions of life living

Fuck up your shit and bang your girl

And he, what's his name, earl

Then your girl get tapped like spinal,

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

Your girl look like she need to chill

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Your girl couldn't get enough of lordpapichulo cumming

Brought this shit to fruition, took my niggas to vegas

Ask your girl she sittin there lookin faceless

The feds slower than a can pouring

That's why your girl keeps calling