This is a song about "If"

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

If you can't handle the fight,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

They wonder if that pays enough, if they knew, they'd adjust,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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For them to see just who they would knowbut for me i held concern

Its understandable if you don't believe me if thats the pattern

That i could shake ya yeah so if

She dont have a problem with, with

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Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

If i'm not that shit dissolve

Always knew where the pot was