This is a song about "8 inches"

Generating celebrations.

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Strangely deteriorating

Why not me the same thing

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

And my d is 12 inches and it goes really deep

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Everybody (everybody)

(8 second instrumental break)

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Dressed like a nigga had 8 proms

I aimed for the stars but i missed and went beyond them by a couple of inches/

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

We're vicious but we can't seem to move a couple inches

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love