This is a song about "Chandler brooks"

Tell her drink, come get drunk, it's nut cracker

Greetings says chandler. bitch you better answer.

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

Third eye fly away on a broom

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

Shes ridin on my dick like a broom stick

The sickest king who's kickin' green and stackin' all the frickin' streams,

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

Is all good for nobodyremember gamin' on dumb hotties at chill parties

Bubbling bass and bullfrog brooks beside bushes that buzz with bands of bumble bees.

So if you wanna leave

Im floatin down the streams

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook

Go back, reading through your shit rap, you say you jumped the broom

I'm feelin on that 'rillo till i'm level with the moon