This is a song about "Fuking"

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

Off, then i'll crank the nozzle til his fuking head pops.

And truthfully girl you really make my day

Getting higher than a fuking blue jay.

Jay rock cooks rocks on a fuking stove top.

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Looking at me now dam i just look like my fuking dad

I'm a be so rocky than the fuking blue ridge.

Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

Two double cups like i'm fuking juicy j.