This is a song about "Hun"

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Lucky, that obama got relected so people could stop being hun-gry.

No one in comparison, i got a hun in paris son.

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

Don't try to push me hun.. all i need is pussy...so ride my gun like a bitch on heat/

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

Yer dont go ther hun he sure aint worth it

I know the world been waiting for that

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

A loss plus one have fun hun for my gun has just quivered taken a win

On, but they can't play with that round thing hun / seems to me they're repeating none

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often

I can only imagine

Hun it will never be fun

I don't do the chasing hun, i'm a made killer

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her