This is a song about "Hilary duff"

I'm lost for words from the wire pasted on her backside

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch

And smoke wannabe emcess like a bag of cabbage

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Keepin everything to there selves like ye, vincent moved.

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Watch me chew his ass out like a bag of chips

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

, now u laid it down like its meant to roll, two wheels and a bag

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Yo, heres a paper bag,

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

When im in the rap game if they say that, ill put them in my duff...le bag!

You probably jerkin off to the disney channel, duff

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love