I'm on the M1 moving through the traffic

I'm headed to this girl who I think's a little plastic

Ironically, I met her in a place a little ratchet

It was Tinder but she cute, so I figured we could match it

She say she in Soweto, I'm in Fourways, so it's drastic

When you think about the distance, but fuck it I'm tryna tap it

And I ain't really ready for that romance shit

Or that hold hands shit

But I figured this is practice

I'm spending all this money on these dates

Just to find out all these girls is kinda fake

But I treat it like it's taxes

And when we in the room she gon' treat it like gymnastics

And when we on the bed I'ma beat it, I'ma slap it

And shawty taste as good as fried rice

If she got that hair and nails done right

I'ma eat it like it's Tastic

And late night strolls she be putting on my jacket

She say she want it all, name dropped, eggs crack it

Yeah, but I figured I'ma hack it

And Dibi on the beat, then you know that shit attacking