This is a song about "Jennings"

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

Its absurd but im certain this person is lurking behind curtains

I can't explain the way it stays, i'm grateful my brain's already stained

Faces, sex on the white sand beaches of saint thomas, though this ain't

Im sick, maniacal laughin' as i watch 'em drop,

It seems like the trial will never stop