This is a song about "How about a penis"

No, no, we are not those

About how i killed ho's,

I see how your braggin about words like a bitch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

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

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

About how she was a bad mama, mama said "fuck 'em then"

How about paradiso

In the club like fuck it, though

Try to start a rap off without crap about how good you flow.

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

Penis, vagina im a mixture of all it