This is a song about "Love with rap and r tv"

When you probably live with your mom, and can't pay for tv

My father never seen me, the nigga probably stevie

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

That happiness isn't buried on tv screen with pretty models

Of masc to the field and double to the r

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

But krstar's an r-tard who fought hard and got smoked

And u aint even an ordinary child...u r marvelously gay

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

You nerds r delicate rap u failed in it

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

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

Just keep them out of my basement and away from the tv

Lets eat and rap with our mouths full,

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour