This is a song about "A girl and her short denim skirt"

If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you

I'll keep it short and sweet like a rap haiku

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Bring your girl to me i'll have her wet in a second

Until the see-saw cuts a skirt of a fake

At an extremly alarming rate

She's a beautiful girl she talks with her eyes

He hit me on aim, i respond, he replies

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

A girl like her, makes a sweet, loving wife.

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Call your girl up and meet her/

To burn my kingdom, you must use fire

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

And she doesnt know it but i hid a trackin device inside her skirt