This is a song about "Usernames passwords and security measures"

Y'all niggas about to feel thisbreak out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin' condoms

(inturlude) 4 measures "rap shit's crazy for sure.. " "fuck swag" "yup, here it comes"

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

Going to extreme measures

Know just what your worth

But i know that desperate times call for similar measures

Shout to them girls in the club that don't fuck with they professors

Desperate measures, but they never get better because they lack effort

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

Club house, i'm demanding passwords so villains can't infiltrate

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

My lyrics are mistaken for national security bomb threats,

I am a master that mastered these passwords

Better yet they work my every nerve