This is a song about "Torri my bestfriend"

Or something that you paid for

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

My words are my rhythm

For the outlawz, here we come

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

And i ain't tryna be trife when i call 'em out