This is a song about "How about a penis"

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

How 'bout i don't give a fuck about life and all its rights and wrongs?

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

After ripping his head off he's instantly thinking about how he's gonna suck some penis

Not everyone was born with a penis

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

Thinking about how to do this and how not to lose it

And if i do go you better come through

Well how about i murder you

Stupid shit about her using her fucking penis pump

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

How 'bout i talk about pimps and hoes when i go write a song,

That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

How i am to feel about a white boy calling me nigga,