This is a song about "Darsey keelan hogan"

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

And the cops went to even go raid his house

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

Saying how life is circle, stuck in a roundabout

She make me chili like t-boz, me leave her out

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

Im there halfway, tripping in the half house

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Some, my emotions are a circle,

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

Soothing jazz juxtaposing the pizzazz of this room/

Mouse slowly carouse to rat, as swings the bat, robbing house after house

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

And like a boxer im beat her box,

I like bitches in air maxes without socks