This is a song about "I m tha geer"

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

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

Two lips blowin' kisses, muah to my mistress

Cause i can wash u out like im doin tha dishes,

And bad bitches give me head and tell

I got tha word as hell

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

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

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

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

That scary love, never get married love

While n tha kitchen i bruse caine

I wish i’ll never see you again

Blista in tha upper body, bring em' up so quick i

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die