This is a song about "A dress that you can t wear underwear with and college parties"

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

You cross dress like oscar de hoya, your life's a cock fest

Cause when i win this shit free they think i’m oprah's cousin

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Going hard on the weekend with parties and friends

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

My flow ain't to fast and t ain't to slow, just so perfect that you could never know

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Lyrically molested by a mc putting you in a dress and

And a kid that eats nothing but candy won' t get tooth decay/

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

Going hard on the weekend with parties and friends

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents