This is a song about "Annie are you ok"

And burn you so bad bloods ask "you ok cripple"

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

Ok now listen,i blow you out like a candle/

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Ok i'll make sure you murder this motherfucker

Ok, bitch you outta your top.

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

Summer school? ya, ok.

Rub my back, then let me lay

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

I could say im ok without you but that would just be untrue,

Now dont shed a tear, its ok,

I want to feel her in every way