This is a song about "Flea"

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

If i bomb on saturday you know she flea by sunday

When i count to three, you flea

Bitch, i might make you my baby

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Dolla burger me fuck a flea circus

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

You irritating, a flea,

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Flea ridden carpets, chopping harlots into section

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

You know he flea by sunday

It has been this way