This is a song about "Baby lotion"

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Rollin' with my baby

Like an explosion, erosion, you need some healing lotion,

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Silenced the lambs and made buffalo bill put on the lotion,

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Put lotion in the basket and then rip em apart

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

So, give me the hand lotion

If he keep going, pass the torch to him

And i know love me baby

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see