This is a song about "Creepy james"

James got home all alone with a bottle of patron.

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

There's 2 streets creepy but too keen

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

While i got the tricks, you get the creeps, heaps and heaps of creepy freaks.

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

I'm on twitter making tweets about the replays, of king james

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

I get creepy as cabbage patches latched and attached to men,