Over a self-produced catchy hip-hop beat, Ocean drops braggadocious lines about his jewelry and excessive spending. "Fuck it I'm pretty still, look at my grill," he raps in the first verse. The track takes its title from the outro, where Frank returns to his typically emotional lyricism as he sings about libertine encounters with a lover. "Every night you were in my room," he sings, "I guess I can't state my feelings too soon." Listen to the track below.