This is a song about "Go to sadie with sarah"

But sarah palin, guarantee i'll jack off to you later

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Pay my dues, go to school, pierce the game with verbal knives

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

Up in the sadie hawkins turn the punch to a concoction

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

So i told them to go to the alley with me

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

To go head to head with us and call it a threat.

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

Enough to go and cut a raw deal with

I'm trying to go psychological with the rogers to shoot ya inside ya nose

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Expecting things to go they way while sitting with they feet up

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut