This is a song about "Anthony looks like flanngan"

It's her eyes and smile that looks like sacred treasure

And then along came the wrong man for her

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

It looks like the ghetto has us beat

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

Your face looks like an old bowl of spaghetti/

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

Cut skin when it's soft, she looks like cabbage patch kids,

If your mind is on sex you must got esp then

Looks like i'm standing up and facing my fears again

You into bondage slut? i see bruises, looks like they're from chains/

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

Not a dream looks like fear took it's toll.

Let's put it on cruise control

Beautiful are thou, africa

Looks like i'm burning in hell without ya