This is a song about "Connie chow petit"

Going to train on spiders

So you finally got the nerve

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Tears pouring out they eyes, eyes wrecked, stomach aching/

Rub on buddha's belly

Now don’t it sound legendary

Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the darknow that it's passion, hold me tight

Then cut your troat in your night, and take a chuck out of your ear with a big bite.

Try to call me (try to call me)

What them tippers don't see

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

I turned him on his belly, what i would do was heinous.

Silly bitches gon' follow

Yeah, i got philippe chow flow