This is a song about "Well"

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Did you notice something wasn't playing quite well?

Well you gotta know baby

Let me rideuntil i get free

Let me call that hotel

And moms, she raised me well...

Well you gotta know baby

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Well how about i murder you

Straight bad bitches i run, through

Well you're just an idiot.

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

You can hear the ocean real well.

Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell