This is a song about "Angry old msn with erection problem"

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

There won't be no problem keeping up with zeek,

I told him, "don't submit to bigotry, the hatred it sparks",

My livid erection will fill you with rage, and leave your body parts

And drinking cheap beer with no buzz, out of old cups

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Non dependent, was way too old, was angry and hateful, oh,

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

I see a problem with the people, they let government rob em

Gotta problem with the way i play my deck?

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

Get my taste from all of my bitches

She's the one he's supposed to grow old with

So if you got a problem confront me with it.

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit