This is a song about "Super freak"

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Words flouous, too many, i make that super

Every year i get it out

..bitch ima clean freak i dont mess around,

Baby heading down a cloud

Just thinking of the blood freak me out,

Cause after all the lights and screams

When wearing super skinny jeans.

Baby super star status

Don’t you be holding back, your love

And muthafuck the quota

I'm about to go super nova

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

Super duper future luck.