This is a song about "I m gettin bitches like torrents"

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Hackin bitches with a cleaver like i got cabin fever

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

When i arrive bitches screaming like jodie back

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Don't be afraid, it's just a kiss

Like i been slapping bitches,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I chew all you bitches up like a now and later

Bitches gettin mad when i hit their ferrari

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

Conspiracy theorists are bitches i don't like