This is a song about "Blow job from your grandma"

Squeak your hooters bitch, and keep your day job

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

If thats your job, call me the saboteur.

And there's little to be glad for

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

With one gentle blow of wind from your mouth

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Blow your brains out, set you on fire

Try to hold my pencil and it'll make your wrist blow,

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

Might blow your mind, from miles away

But i ain't get to see you today

Get you ready for your new job

We dig the plot and never bury pot

That'll make ya blow your load

Here nigga on the road