This is a song about "Big weird hips"

My lyrics are weird not to everyone's liking,

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

You're talking to one of the greatest

And its funny your were acting so weird

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Your waiste so petite then your hips so elite

In sync like a lingerin' grip on your hips, it's such delight

Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right

Only a hand on those hips

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Laugh, make a pass, but it's my hips you'll be gripping,

Quite gifted, ambitions of life living

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift