This is a song about "Anal probe"

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Oh shes been through the oral phase, anal phase, orgy phase, squirting phase

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

Staple ya hands to ya face and make a dyke give you anal

I gotta teach hoes

Probe globe to expose foes

No one-half and i hate math

Before they suck you up and probe your ass

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Rape her anal walls 'till i cause hemorrhage

Hold up, now come on man let me respect your religious beliefs.

Who was brushing his teeth when he happened to see a bitch using anal beads,

Tell your girls, to come join our table

I fucked a bitch and i fucked her anal

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

While psychologists prod and probe and keep saying