This is a song about "Diss track for a hairy guy"

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

These will be my diss be ready for doing a piss

In a hairy mess, doused with gas, light her dress with matches

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

Don't realize this is a diss

I'd walk through a blizzard for her cause i'm a loving guy despite

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

Ha my mojo back

Like a racer in the track

How bout let me kill the track for a second

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

I am the kinda guy waiting for a fuckin prophecy. i shit on the mic like the rhino

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow