This is a song about "Fuck lovers in the assistance"

I'll send a gang of villainous midgets with the assistance of diligent bishops

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

It's moe, all i need is more chips

I need some damn assistance.

Forget the attic, i fuck her in her basement, the hidey hole

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

But in her kind of industry there is alot of lovers

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

Fuck the niggas in the corner in fact fuck you to all the rest

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

Forget the attic, i fuck her in her basement, the hidey hole

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

I'm hidin' in the shadows just to freak you the fuck out