This is a song about "Leisure"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I speak at my leisure but i do it surreptitiously

Picture a place that they exist, together

Reading books on female anatomy for leisure

I'm open to everything if you're inviting your sister

Purely for the pleasure, leisure not to make my stacks thicker/

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Reading books on female anatomy for leisure

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

I do this at my leisure

And that i spent the night with her