This is a song about "Cucumber pores"

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

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

Finishing my sentences with trained takes an pores glistening

Got indelible colors, only look where they’re buzzing

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

Getting on all fours to fill in the pores and,

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

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer

Miley cyrus, the grammy awards, helen keller, a cucumber?

Under pressure no sweat, my pores are shut

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

I put these poems all in these songs

Power to make you sweat from pores

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

Eat you pests call me insectivore sweat out your pores