This is a song about "Imma bow this ill feggots call me the healer"

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

Imma call her and have that bitch lick the tip of my ice cream cone like a

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Boy meets world and in this story the world is topanga just call me corry

Teach you how to rope a chick

After this call me a prick

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

This time ill make sure the caskets closed

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

I told them keep picking on me imma run this place

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

But imma talk shit, for the rest of this fucking verse

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Fuck the haters imma just povolt over this bitch

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Got that holy dick call me the pussy healer,