This is a song about "Flea"

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Dolla burger me fuck a flea circus

You irritating, a flea,

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

If i bomb on saturday you know she flea by sunday

I'm the burger king, i gotta have it my way

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

When i count to three, you flea

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Flea ridden carpets, chopping harlots into section

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

You know he flea by sunday