This is a song about "Mouth fisting"

Tie you up and gag your damn mouth

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

To the words commin goutta that bitches mouth

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

With your mouth open ain't i

Fuck high school, motherfucker i'm high

My garage full of cars that bounce

All of these words spewing out my mouth

Spitted with a rhythm i bit, from jigga's mouth

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Why dont you just shout your mouth?

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

Like a mouth with dry sockets