This is a song about "The shape of you"

The shape of your body is a perfect work of art,

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

You in the presence of a king

And yea we both coming

Rap is out of shape, so i just wanna taper

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Once the fumes and hues have dissipated, get situated as it takes shape

And i got 'em every day, every day

Itself in every form and shape and way,

Grab it and handle it, dismantle it 'til you like the shape

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

You can search but you'll never find

The thought of you never leaves my mind,