This is a song about "Do your chores"

That you offer them ones but they ain't let you

Get on your knees bitch, show deezy just what that tongue do.

Do my chores... before i explore your intestines with a fork.

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

But i'm never doin chores

Do you believe in me or do i gotta stab your eyes til they

But habits have changed and i've been trying to change mine all the way

Fed up, so pack your bag is what you choose to do

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

Get on your knees bitch and do all your chores

I put these poems all in these songs

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Girls dont wanna be near you like a teenager with chores

Do your only hobby you do so well, suck a dick

Style is patent, the measures is drastic