This is a song about "Asking all them questions"

People who agreed with you fuck them all,

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Keep all the love, now let the defendant answer the questions/

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Everybody surrounds me with these questions,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Ah yo im fucking all them pussies

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Everything about me tops all of them

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

You pick all off them up

They like talking, its like gossip

I never answer questions

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

"what are these wealthy tax breaks that you all are asking of?"

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus