This is a song about "Disaster management"

But shawty know i'm a rapper

Uh, appetite for disaster

I don't kiss and tell, that's so middle school

High foe knows pike disaster, muffin amour

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

He is in the midst of unknown disaster

So i dont need any management with it

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit

God, my life is a fucking disaster.

You is not hip then i can not coach her

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

63. to ever take a logic beat and disaster it,

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

You wish you were a rapper, your a lyrical disaster

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,