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

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

God better forbid that i have a kid,

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 just play my part make moves like chess

I have emotions that i want to express,

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

And with the little bit that i have left to do,

I have to laugh about that

Where the black girls get their weaves back

That happen to act like a black president

And i have a few messages that i have to send

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

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