This is a song about "Franklin the turtle"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Most of them niggas dumb

Do the math, get the sum

Get off slut you know the fact of your face look alike turtle

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

Got the passion for the music

But see i planned a trip

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Ya winslower, than laura, though you niggas urkel

Got my fucking dick harder than the shell that's on a turtle

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for