This is a song about "3 hour trip"

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Working 10 hour shifts at a supermarket,

Seen it over a dollar, got him under a flower

While you said you'd be back but the been half hour

Go od less in an hour.

We fuckin' it up this summer

The dead society of a poet

Some of the fat dick, nigga dont trip

Count the hour if their biological clock is slowing by the hour

My climate is way higher then lindsay lohan nostrils on powder

Working 10 hour shifts at a supermarket,

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Your man wale in his own damn lane

Benny fucking trip remember the name,