This is a song about "Anthony looks like flanngan"

I think found where your mind was

Snort that coke that looks like a kleenex

But looks like nothings in there it's just gray matter

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

He looks like the traditional white man's fool

Your face looks like an old bowl of spaghetti/

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap

Looks like she can't get enough of zack

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Looks like all the time spent has paid off

Your face looks like it taste hooks

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Looks like i'm burning in hell without ya

Is written in our souls, africa