This is a song about "Asking all them questions"

But in the meantime it's lights please

Ah yo im fucking all them pussies

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

When she brings home a new boyfriend her brother will be asking so many questions,

Back with a vengeance

They come asking questions

Hey, die hard, killing all them demons

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Everybody surrounds me with these questions,

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Now we must stand tall

Std’s, she’s caught them all,

All im asking is why

And in fact i can’t deny

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

I'm wearing up with questions n tests all done growing sick n retard