This is a song about "Fuckin up commas"

And i'll fuckin rip you up until you're minced parts, fuck it

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

When you're fuckin' close to gettin' beat up and poppin' bones,

Please excuse me while i pick up this fuckin pen again

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

We did it again last king, ymcmbi don't pay for bitches

A dipshit who's bitchin' on flippin' commas? what is this?

Ill say it strait up, boi your lines fuckin reek

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

Cause they don't hear the shit im saying hunger

Fuckin around so i end up like my brother

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Look how they blew up the towers, those fuckin' cowards.

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Adding up these numbers like a fuckin mathematician,