This is a song about "52 hoover crip"

Must be something you want me to see

Forgotten thought i was dirty,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

You suck like a hoover, i'm here to end your term, sir

They bringing me fish and chips

Money in my pockets

Always keep my glass here

But reality shows ain't real

Flub it when whores wound down

No reason to be around

Wit my kin that i came in wit

I hate when she bleed too cause i'm a crip,

She should have invited her

Pig pen motherfucker

Then lost my faith again

Never talk onto them,