This is a song about "Goody goody"

Just me and my boss no worries at all

Great big eyeballs, my insides crawl

Everything is written in the cold, so it can coin-

Dependin on navigation they ever know where they goin

Your bars were cheap and far from neat

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Chew on this infants head til its fully devoured

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

I pull up, stick the sword in your gut

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Cause i'm doing great, by myself,

I eat you like a afternoon snack, and i pour in the side glass some jack/

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back