This is a song about "Fire in the poop deck"

Whos keen to step an get wrecked hitting the deck

Yeah, and i don't dance i just two step

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

A shit wrecked ship, lose grip, slipping on the deck

I also wrote you a song it's in your tape deck

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

Fire your guns in explorer as it stands as the battle field,

I got that potentiality to decease whatever comes in like a fucking wild beast

Model bitches is on line like "beliebers" on twitter

Spitting fire without condoms the in pop filter

One day i took you into the front yard to pee and poop

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

No desire to spark beef, light a fire in the dark street

No desire to spark beef, light a fire in the dark street

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep