This is a song about "Dawson on dick"

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

Learn to adjust, please stop sitting on every dick you touch,

Without even putting anything on his dick,

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

Now put your mouth on my dick and swallow its contents

First i have potential, now i got them answers

And they spin on my dick cinnamon swirls

Yet he just passed through school lying on every coaches’ dick,

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Without ssc i feel misery, girls want to hop on my dick,

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

But maybe you shuld just sit on a dick and rotate too

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo