This is a song about "Butthole pleasure"

They all are pretenders, i am the 7th letter

I know i wouldn't survive if it wasn't for the pleasure

The only time i flirt with her

Loving you is my pleasure

A little more if you spreading, pressure is pleasure

And my nigga bam bam, he ready for whatever

Of pleasure, jill you did great

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

And venture for pleasure

This the newest wolf gang member

Understand my pleasure treasured by such demands

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

I ain't trynna be politically correct

Of the superficial pleasure he kept,

Every endeavor my fucking pleasure, never go a half measure

Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever