This is a song about "Afro pubes"

Now there's bits of her floating in my cereal bowl

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

Smashed her to bits, she must hate me...

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

And think alone in my head

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Loving you is clouding my head

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Smoke pot but hope you stop tryin' to end a lie with a rope knot

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Where you belong with your family

Smashed her to bits, she must hate me...

And they'll start shaking their naughty bits

Just another product of this matrix

When you rap it sounds like you've beaten off a piece of meat that's to big to chew

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true