This is a song about "Bert bert poppa squirt"

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

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

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

Beyond the extremities of every one and anyone

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check

And its ironic he was pulling me off bert when we fought, he wanted all the respect he could get

But still got the mommentem to make girls squirt

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

And everybody's having sex

Put a squirt gun to my head, abuse myself

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

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard.

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

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

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