This is a song about "I have a small erect penis that i have to ejaculate with tweasers"

While half my mental belongs in a cage

That i have the potential to change

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

Papa said that i did not have a mother or a father to spend time with

Have i yet to figure out that love is a mess

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

I have emotions that i want to express,

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Could i assert erect with an inverted chest

But anyway i want to make sure that i have to calibrate with an orange

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

I ought to see that i have a beat from the balcony,

They giving pounds and that before get the money

But i get you, i bang with you the long way

I have to deal with shit every day