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

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

Should i die i'll return like the messiah and piss on your car

Sitting forlorn, treating your dick like corn man you need god

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

But on the real i feel your deal with rhymes will bring a strong attack

Like a church in debt

You will be on your bed

I will fuck your mom with strap on,

Pay dues like a hair salon

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

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