This is a song about "A fanny"

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

Admit it you fanny fucks,youve studied my content

Any thing to say a a a a a a

I nevermind a mind beyond vagina

Your gonna be on top nigga

Yup you got a lot a

Influences are a dime a dozen

There are times when you'll need someone

Like a baby without a diaper

And the food could have been finer

You're a disaster a sham,

Pushing in my mama van

A store that dosen't get a

They claim it as their own, africa

Talking of the gods you serve

With a ba and a masters