This is a song about "Unwrapping hard surface models"

Got your baby mama sending nude pictures

Just below the surface something sinister simmers

Except for whole bottles, there's no role models, no chaperones,

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat.

Dancing with models and nights still seem new

I quit the shit, i might get high with you

No role models, except for them dudes slangin pounds

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

Surface to purge me worthless, whether pure fits

And there's little to be glad for

We poppin' models like dahmer

No role models, just whole bottles, and you could never know it,

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit