This is a song about "Ing"

Story of keeness, bore-ing these cretins with irony

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

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

So i could see a part of me that wasn't always shady

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

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

So a-k to your brain, and you ooz-ing

But he don't rule a thing

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

Ain't no better swimming in the ocean of your lady

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

It's not rape if she liked it / she got excited when i slapped her nice tits

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