This is a song about "Vaginas and grr"

And a fridge and some broccoli

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

The master of this rap shit

And some strawberries and some chocolate

But make sure if they do see

Living young and wild and free

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

Patron black, uh, patron jones

And nasty remains and bones

What i do, through and through and

So dunn stay silent

I call it speaking tongues

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts