This is a song about "Ionn wear clothes so i let my cock hang low"

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

So please just hang on and let me pull the lever

When i pull out my cock, and slap her in the face.

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

My low low is so digital that it creates an expandable

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit

I wear peace on my wrist, but i'm not sure it exists

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Clothes i wear, start to trend living this life hope it never ends

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

My junk hang low like there aint no curfew

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

So i let my guard down to my beating heart

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart