This is a song about "Your blick"

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

That's your soul along with your principles and your morals

See, most sites will give me three and a half

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Shove your head up your butt til ya see your own guts

Let's have a toast for this new love

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Leave your running to your mamma,

My all gold rolly or the

That got your mother high

Your gonna gratify

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense