This is a song about "Mischievous chieftan tweedy the two fingered twine twidler"

With no receivers had the pickin of a option

Walking down the street, it's two in the morning,

So here i am at the store for some chips

So excuse our mischievous dissonance

Hawk,two fingers each hole in the spot i giver the spock,

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

I ain't dissin' you dog, i'm dismissin' you

Take a step to the right then another two

Throw two hunid against the wall,

Baby, let me give you a call

Sick of nothing to do, but gun buckin the two

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you