This is a song about "Sweaty toe nails and fanny fluff"

And although you're a pain in my big toe, the butt

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Brows grow sweaty but every petty

And now me, you can call me mr. friendly

Go downstairs, take my water, fluff it with honey

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Bruises from tip-to-toe and as he grows his bubble-wrap smalls.

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I'm hot, and ready you better be sweaty,

Deal with defeat, they gotta toe

But i'm right back cause the fans couldn't wait though

Im hot, and ready u better be sweaty,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Slit a body open from the head to the toe

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though