This is a song about "Freaky"

We're freaky leeches, no sweet peaches or cream,

The bitches is everything in between

She was a freaky bitch, a friends with benefit type which was the opposite

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Whores get with it, we get freaky like a contortion gimmick

Got a bunch of haters, plus i got more to count

Where scary props and freaky sounds surround

But five years from now i bet she see

Straight to the highway man, it's freaky friday

Whether we in our room i like it freaky

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

Love all the freaky shit even when you tie me to a chair,

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Do you want some tunes i like it freaky