This is a song about "Flea"

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

You irritating, a flea,

Im im on tha way

You know he flea by sunday

My talent should take me places i've never been

Flea ridden carpets, chopping harlots into section

Dolla burger me fuck a flea circus

And i need you to show me love

If i bomb on saturday you know she flea by sunday

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away

When i count to three, you flea

Hey, must be the money

When i say i don't tick me off or you'll be forced to flea

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she