This is a song about "His hose"

I got an anecdote drop ya panty hose

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Shitting his stock of cash out his ass

But i let off everything i have

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

I got a dollar and a dream

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

Who shot his best friend for calling the cops his

Fuck 2dopeboyz, all them niggas bitches

As a child his only friends were his dog, his page and his pen

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

His conscience can take him to his grave

And any connotation is viewed many ways

These rappers will tell you how green their lawn stay, but twist the hose,

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes