This is a song about "8 inches"

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Generating celebrations.

Can't wait to smash your head with my 50 inches hammer

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

(8 second instrumental break)

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Intimidate, humiliate,

But you hate them navel kisses

Inequality promises

I've got as many inches as he's got day's; nine

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time