This is a song about "Garrys mod"

They bringing me fish and chips

In this known art of wits

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

Put on the lab coat, every square foot of this lab goes

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

Can we differentiate the class of the minor state

What yo name is girl let me tell you mine

I gots cravin for a number nine

Used to find dope in his coat

Shout ymcmb, mmg we run the globe

I got your number like caller id

Thomas, clay aiken no gay shit, ass naked

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

You just gotta let it go

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

You dont owe me, now here we go go, go