This is a song about "Hey stop that"

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

But hey, let's just take that door off it's hinges,

Stop pretending that yous packing nines

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

He should of just dropped the people that wouldn't stop

By any means, if ya like it or not

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Lucky, that obama got relected so people could stop being hun-gry.

Hey doc, tell everyone that i tried

For now everything just seem so right

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position