This is a song about "Cucumber pores"

He's such a narcissist that he jerks off and rubs it into his pores

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

Getting on all fours to fill in the pores and,

I get vision of blood born pathogens pouring out of my pores.

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

You feel it from your head to your toes

Sweat from their pores, foam from the mouth and nose

Eat you pests call me insectivore sweat out your pores

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

I get vision of blood born pathogens pouring out of my pores.

Some shot up, other smoked and picked at their pores,

I love women, air max's and liquor stores

Power to make you sweat from pores

I put these poems all in these songs