This is a song about "Ted parton in southfields"

Watch you in,watch you in, watch you in, im in for the win

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

I fell in and drowned in her juices,

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

You're an-swer will be gladly re-jec-ted

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

In a private jet while i'm walking in

My position improving, not to mention

Knocked out in the lunch in

They say your name for attention

In one round, in one dab damn im high in the sky

Balling in herrrrrrre let-let-let-let it fly