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

I scream curse words louder than your main bitch, when i ate her pussy out

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

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

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

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

How come you pick me last, i made my raps straight from scratch

I got a girl that likes it when we never fight

Whatever you like, it's whatever tonight

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

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

Am trying my best but always da same. i feel like am locked up

Rocks drop, when i come i hear a knock knock like

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight

Tell your homegirl relax and let me get inside you

By grace i knew that when i fell i'd get back up and make it through,