This is a song about "Strip for me"

Cause they say a mind that's idle is a devil's toy aisle

I consider my flow a malignant rifle, and strip survival

Of everything to come for me

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Head to the sheets where you strip in front of me

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

Politcs on gaza strip never fuels what they tell

I swear they think i'm crazy

When you're preparing for me

And you could strip me from my pride and my smile

You never tire, might as well as inspire

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

My own mother for emberassing me