This is a song about "Turks and caicos"

So while you worry about the hoes

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

I got alotta phones

And nasty remains and bones

Last week in turks and caicos to put my new whip to test

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Living young and wild and free

But am i less holy

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

And like to boast and brag

Where the black girls get their weaves back

And stop playing hide and seek,

Nightmare on any street