This is a song about "Moani houghton"

I ain't really been myself since rod passed

Life is your only friend, one day you'll understand

For thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me he walked along the

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

While bystanders applaud and nod, while i'm beating you to death with a fucking rod,

I rap fast they rap plod, i'm living in fantasy with ma rap rod

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

That my uncle todd and brother rod went to vancouver

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

Catching all these fishhhhh with a rod

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Popeye, a-rod, get one for the go, know a nigga on his spinach