This is a song about "The porch"

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

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

I'll come up on yo porch, knock on your door

I got sexy ladies all over the floor

Splitting swisher's on the porch with my sister

Eyes super clear, you looking in the mirror

The dopest on the planet

Lobsters and shrimp im good

That fire flow the finest women i adore

I say my goodbyes and walk out the porch door

The sequel to the first

And for me it's reversed

The bigger the the fun

I can only imagine