This is a song about "I m so horny"

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

I was twelve when the gunned you

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

On they twitter writing novels, see

That outta get you horny

Said when i do dirt wit her

I"m the designated driver

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

"becky o m f g this is so unreal

My fame's no mistakesince the deal

I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser