This is a song about "Hol up babygirl yeah i like dat knock da pussy out when it fight back"

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

When i finish tappin dat ass, i pass, it around the class and say next please,

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

How can we fight back, when we couldn't occupy it

Let's take it back to straight hip-hop and start it from scratch

I'll knock him back, i got punchlines like a boxing match,

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems

Pussy so tasty i eat them up like pastries,

I'm too explosive for your ears like i'm throwing bombs

Yeah because you know i #heat #it #up like it's chris bosh,

I scream and shout like your girl when i ate her pussy out

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

He nigga dat set you up, is da same nigga you hid wit

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit