This is a song about "Darsey keelan hogan"

I am out of this world and you a man on the moon

Wrapped myself in plastic and lit candles in the room

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

I know you seen the crib, now she sees the youngin' rhyme

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

Yo i've been flowin since i was twelve and locked in a cell

In my crib / butlers, women and nah no kids

Rapping that gabbage, attracting maggots

This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

My legion is doom, my gorilla's monsoon

Soothing jazz juxtaposing the pizzazz of this room/

Run up in the crib tryna uncover shit

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket