This is a song about "I will slob on your cob like corn on the cob"

Leave your will on this napkin

Go where you ain't been

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

I will fuck your mom with strap on,

I want you all up on the floor so go on and get on your feet

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

I will have your balls rotated on a turnstile cause i'm hostile

Like the man in the cloud on mario,sorry hoe i just not feeling your sorry flow

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow