This is a song about "Take your underwear off"

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

All your wearing is your ann summers underwear,

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Of that trade off, my dicks a plane bout to take off

Takin off their clothes though, take it at face value

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

No sixteen, no vaccine, i'm so sick my ten bars cough

// [don't you worry your pretty little head off]

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Take a knife, blood pays off expense,

I'll take mics of stages and rock it off its hinges,

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Get ready take this old luger and blast off your face

In the corner of my eye, pairs of polka dot underwear

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there