This is a song about "Bradley cox"

And i'm hiding in your closet and imma come out of that shit like jason collins

It's not rape if she liked it / she got excited when i slapped her nice tits

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

Beef i pass em a cow /hijack an airplane

And it was nothing to you but hands on my butt

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

Screwed in spanish, english, and religion and its just a coincidence

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

In your butt it slips 'n' pops.

I’m so foulx-rayin' every girl blouseforgive me, i’m back calm now

I'll cook it up and stir it 'till i crack and then i'll have a cow,

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

If she don't speak english she can't say no, and it's only stealing if you're fucking a ho.