This is a song about "9 inch wide cock"

So im sharper than a six inch blade

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Sick enough to hawk vomit, on every inch of carpet

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch

He makes sure to show them, inch by fucking inch

Live it yourself, in wide screen.

Then keep your change like an oink machine

I'm going harder than my big cock

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

One moment you see me walking with a smile so wide

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

To not have a fuckin three hundred and sixty inch dick

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

As i light one for ill will

Twenty inch nail rifle