This is a song about "Your hore wanna fuck the team"

Your team is full of squares, graph paper

Folarin, the muse of the hater

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

What the fuck am i saying? i don't wanna talk about it,

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

I wanna fuck the bitches i never could, i just wanna be a rapper,

Gillys on the fucking twerk team

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

We hustle to survive

Fuck the "story of your life"

How simple they are

Your team will crash like nascar

And gave the dream team just every night

Me and you i think we should ride

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

The fuck does that mean, we're so big a dictionary can't explain our team,