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

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

I got two points before i hit the next level

Wickedness 'til i'm spittin' like a mischievous militant on stimulants

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Say two things and play the lover

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Implement by increments my mischievous ligament

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

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

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

Two taps of the trigger and the heads gone,

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn