This is a song about "Bert bert poppa squirt"

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

But still got the mommentem to make girls squirt

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast

Or, biggie smalls, the master of flow and the big poppa of east coast//

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt

I hope that pussy shaved so i watch it squirt squirt squirt

Even when i fuck my girlfriend i threaten her with a chainsaw if she doesnt squirt

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

You claim you clap rounds but you must mean with a squirt gun

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Poppa saying momma ain't care about you and would rather split/

And even he was afraid of bumping heads with bert, plus he didn't want his future right hand hurt.

'case a nigga get haphazard and start thinkin bout robbin a light skin bastard

Eazy-e, the grand poppa of hip hop, his beats used to be the jam//

Not only do i enlighten but i provide a tan