This is a song about "Cum rope"

I don't see a problem

Gotta boner, im gonna cum

Blood of a man cum laude

Let me see you walk

Then later we can elope

Up and then soar the rope,

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Know the shit he doing while writing the cum

Instead of skipping rope, he's just skipping meals

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

I'll be outta cum before im twenty eight

Where every recipient, property of the state

This music's dying with it's head strung up in a tightened rope,

I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke

Now if you give us a chance

For you guys i cant cum, fags