This is a song about "Desert aunt"

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

The situation was vague, but it was so that my aunt has done her business and came

For desert she have vanilla dannon from my yogurt cannon

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

Your murder will be front page desert n' last page concern,

And these woman is loving the way that i perform

Testing bombs, you really think it's different from desert storm?

I had to stop the perfect girl in her act so my aunt wouldn't see the scene that's obscene

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Stuck on a desert road deserted and famished

Let's get it on like desert storm, the pentagon for steppin' on,

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john