This is a song about "Big mac small fries skinny dipping your mum lies"

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

As i eat your flesh with a side of fries,

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven

That you cant beat me, go ask your mum, to buy you a pair of these skills, son

Me and your mum had rough sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Your lies are fake as george bush/

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Your mum dont want to kiss you she might get rabies

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees

Like a small garage in your backyard

Guess i'll meet her right back at start