This is a song about "501"

Scat porn with corny lines consistency of grits

So here i am at the store for some chips

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

I'm the shit like i got the shits

And chicks dig my tongue twisters

Throw it in reverse

Now i'm living out my dreams

Wipe my ass with your lyric sheets

While scheming on hits

My shit is heavy, droppin bricks

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Flowing on this beat like diarrhea from my lips

Because they scared when i spin knobs

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops