This is a song about "Ing"

No fuck-ing rules gonna stand in our way of a cor-rect place,

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Disguist-ing he is a bane instead of brother he's like crazy

Where your whereabouts baby? i care about you lady

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Ing to this finely adorned thing, my eyes see, were fondling

Light girls if it's black they attract to usually

Like mitt, rom-ney, with his fuck-ing dumb, mon-ey.

Then y'all should get this too he's no please-ing it's a fact/he's a criminal of feelings

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

Before my head gets steered, not hearing shit, man im go-ing crazy

Ing to this finely adorned thing, my eyes see, were fondling

Blowing money fast looking like i'm saving nothing

Straight up nagasaki-ing comic cons

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks