This is a song about "Fuckin while your dad records"

Running to your mom she's be wishing your dad had a vasectomy

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

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

I will leave you wrapped in a bag. after phone your dad,

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

Then i would spit like yo fuckin dad

Cause you're the worst best girlfriend i ever had

Hell yahtry to dirty up my name

Your songs are so fuckin lame

Please excuse me while i pick up this fuckin pen again

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

Ill break your fuckin ankles

Our girls is the models

I recollect we used to ball now just living's enoughi stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall

Osculating bitches hormones, keepin it exciting while on my telephone with my dad carl,