This is a song about "Hey you know where it can go yeah yeah oh and you can find one to go"

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

You can try to push me down, yeah keep me low

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

And i can't even look the other way

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

And im sure that you know, that one of us has to go...

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

Yeah you can his style lame

It’s not a game, hold your dame

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

What's it you're missing oh yeah skill like you have a mill

And me! oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, you and me can work it out!

Diamonds blind the lens and camera men on the stakeout

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Yeah so if you wanna go with me