This is a song about "43214 21421"

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

She stunned and amazed me with her lace attire

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

She's lost for words from the #tire #placement on her neck hide

Man, noon's bright, what a #moonlight, let's go for seconds, i bet she wouldn't mind

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

I sip the def ale with all the fly women

I move slightly on instinct, she sits away son

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Let's start this #tail off the top! down the #spine #accord

She #drove me like a race won, i #run #over, with some red wine

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

I'm lost for words from the wire pasted on her backside

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

A hundred degrees, i dove in and started to eat

We have so much in common, starting at the feet