This is a song about "Big black dicks"

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Street corners sucking dicks,

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Then i stabbed in their dicks

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

So how about a fair round with no riding of the dicks

Either ur a masochist or love being packed with dicks

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

Then you gobble teams of dicks

My team getting digits

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

Cos my big black dick...will only make u cry...

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Of that trade off, my dicks a plane bout to take off