This is a song about "The plug"

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Mami... she open, she open

The bigger the the fun

The weed into the bong

Tats no dey for my arm

Alcohol and booty calls

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

I just call it …remember all the dough

Enter the building through the window

So i pull the plug before it runs another bit

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

Know you want me to fall

Where the ball meets the wall