This is a song about "Beatbox worm"

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Candy niggaz re-see's we see ur peanut butter

Dirt dog, no tony romo

This one right here for polo

Yeah you know i got that work

In the woods outside on the dirt

Enter a mist, twist, barrel role and all that shit.

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

And i don’t need a cure

Make a freak whore, detour

Cause that jizz is your grub

So i ain't giving a fuck

Cause you be lookin fatter from eatin too many peanut butter pancakes

For repair i've mastered the airways spitting faster then sound waves