This is a song about "Ally blain"

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

Face tha lyrical rythm of this lick i'm throwin' a

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

To call my bluff cause i'ma give to you rough and tough

I only got four minutes

She sucks quick i lick her tits

[b] rogers, yeah really no bluff

On the slow jam of love

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Skin and make you think before you whack rapper

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Tummies are flustered with ulcers and sores

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

Broke, only skin and bone, wishing all his troubles to be gone

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn