This is a song about "Honey singh motherfucking indian raper"

Now, i'm speaking right to you lil' naughty raper

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

I wanna be just like em, rebel but im indian

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

Watch your body turn indian red,

The taste of it is so sweet , just like honey

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Your poo, i mean pooh without the honey,

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

Talking of the gods you serve

The motherfucking kenner brothers,

Fifth wheel on the back just hang

Im the motherfucking man