This is a song about "Helen s dong"

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Bad, just like an 80's car

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Door bell sounds like it's dinged it's last dong

Everyday a star is born

Where your girl at now?3 pills down that's on meand it wouldn't be a song

Knocking you so silly that your head rings like a door bell,ding dong

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Black woman you cold

S queezys very bold

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

While massaging my ding - dong.