This is a song about "Huckle chuckle"

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

So dont be thinkin i'll tread softly let fools ride and shit.

Critics love it, spit it, huff it, still it's rough, i'll kill fears,

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

Rather capture the actor, oops i meant the pastor, fucking bastard n' after gather this chatter.

The very next day i see her with another brother/damn i starting rushing to her

The church is so fucking evil

Lady at the frank stand will

Spoke softly coughing but couldn't believe what he sees at his bed's tip

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

To be trucker's to chuck

Car with no limit what