This is a song about "And she tweark"

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

You ever choke? she laugh and say barely

We vegetables, on them record labels

When she licks on my balls and she fondles my nuts

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

And she wishes she could ignore them like the terms and condi-tions

And she’ll do what she can,

So if i talk down to a man

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Now she do right and watch my flank

Aha, and she aint only after one penis

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

Burberry, quite a hell

And moms, she raised me well...

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

She givin me top and its sloppy