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

I have a journey to crest have you for dinner

I’m picking through the crowd tryna see a little clearer

No time for that so i just have to stay with the beat

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

You seem like the type to have a small dick

If his bitch insist on getting sick

I have empire that are ready to kill a few

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

I fuckin placed you in boy, so stop playin with yo' toy, you'll have time to do that

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

I have to deal with bullshit all my life and still don't have a deal but

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

I have to take a substance to get that therapeutic help.

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

I don't have to write a rap for you to recognize that