This is a song about "Delta sigma phi"

The outline which you n****s out dated

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

I sign a petition, lie to my physician

Figure eight clocks, see the hourglasses stopped

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

That way i know for sure your love is really genuine

Every punch need line, for every dollar sign,

I've been lacking skill i know i'm lazy,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Your hands are shaky, my dance is lazy

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

I'll be outta cum before im twenty eight

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Now if pain came to ma life it will no longer get called an asper