This is a song about "All them kis"

Sometimes i feel like i really want to punch them all

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

To all them haters that hate

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

You gotta treat a woman right, not sleep with them all

Tell kendrick, when you controlling all them lines

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

People who agreed with you fuck them all,

Fuck them all (they can all suck my dick)

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Kill them all, left without a trace,

Thinking of bliss and the good days