This is a song about "Flute"

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

Readily she plays my skin flute, heavenly melody

I can pass out many scantrons, fail many students

You'll think it was a flute by the length that i must roll blunts

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

Then scoop up the wrong head to wash your skin flute

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

I'm a brute, your sister blow my flute,

Then scoop up the wrong head to wash your skin flute

So before i go, you should harvest food

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

Go home fuck you play a flute