This is a song about "A globule of snot"

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

I cock block shit, pop and lock it, blow like snot rockets,

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

As a matter of fact

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Jeff hamilton, genesis, leather time

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

Like a deck of of fricken pokemon cards

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Suave of a persona of a street hustler combining with theory's weaving of

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

A little bit of love, a bit of bud, and some innocence

I remember when i was a snot nose

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

 a little of me and a little of you,