This is a song about "Lopper algorithm"

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

Like fillin out an application, only lyrics are my resume.

Can't nothing come between me and you

Im number one your number two

That you'll never acquire, you're chickens, apply logic

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

In seconds a dead man just then possess my logic,

I'm still heading toward my twang theory

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

That's why poverty is the number one element

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

I could feel it deep inside, i was a killing machine.

Gotta be a way to sort the operation.

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin