This is a song about "Lonely pussy"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Said she had nice pussy

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Every night spent lonely, no memories worth holding,

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

I've found myself lonely once again i fear

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

I won't ever be lonely ever again

She say you got a pussy!

But make sure if they do see

I think you're a pussy

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

So lonely and cold, respectable and bold.

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Don't put me in the moment where my finger gets lonely

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only