This is a song about "Wheres the party at"

So now she picks up the gun

Shows over, wheres the curtain

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Let's get, get, get this to the party!

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Toast, toast to the party!

The party house, now don't be shy

I wonder why, i sit and cry

Toast, toast to the party!

And not a copy

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

From an indonesian dragon at a party on the weekend

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

So wheres the one that'll hold me down till the end

Get real hyphy at the party when you hear me

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry