This is a song about "The girl who wore a skirt with her ass hanging out"

Until the see-saw cuts a skirt of a fake

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

I didn't know the girl a minute 'fore i kissed her

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

Think i just fucked a girl with her tampon on,

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

But now i’m ok, i got my shit together

Start out with one girl and the rest follow her

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

Hypochondriac, hanging out at the laundromat

And she doesnt know it but i hid a trackin device inside her skirt

Saying they all different, but i don’t show them no effort

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

That's the girl, and i will protect her with my life.