This is a song about "Caleb s hand job"

Hand to hand in the cold

The truth shall be told

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

Try to focus on school, as music will never be your job,

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Like they're giving me a rim job

I can only imagine, uncle bob

Believe me i'mma be your god

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again