This is a song about "Look at your nokia brick"

I'm falling victim to a revolutionary song

I bet she cracked up laughin as she took a look at your dong

Thinking of bliss and the good days

But it's hard when i look at your face

So look at your history

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Just look at your portrait, and tell me you're not insane.

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

Need to get your clip pierced, look at you, hip, your britney spears

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

That ain't a typo look at your size maestro you psycho

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

Bro look at your face its a disgrace, to humanity, you look like you hit third