This is a song about "Elephants and dicks"

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Dicks whipped out of our kecs, watch the crowd retreat and freeze,

You talk about girls when all you've ever seen is dicks

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

My team getting digits

That sits on peoples dicks

Tell her we got big dicks, how 'bout him, you, and me

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Ain't riding, dicks so stop, siding, don't swap

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

I keep them in detriment running at them like rampaging elephants.

Triple six for the niggas that's hopping on dicks

Pray to whoever got on the biggest of crucifix

Together all the timethought it was true love

Killin' imagery, droppin' bitches just like elephants