This is a song about "I m tha geer"

And the moon looking beautiful as ever

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

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

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Not about how i had given tha pussy a beating/

Now she attentive, i bet she listen to everything

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

But im hiding in tha haze time is all i know

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow