This is a song about "Creepy janitor"

'cause she #lost #breath by how my creepy fart smelled...

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

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

I leave the janitor to pick up my every scrap

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

There's 2 streets creepy but too keen

Caged, and the wonder is seen