This is a song about "My big ass long ass dick"

So i gotta spit to this

Guess how big my dick is

Toilet paper to wipe my ass

And i got that drive and she just might crash

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

You big ass motherfuckin' fag!

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

My dick romaine lettuce and yours some stank ass cabbage

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Kiss my ass, cuz my ass made this money.

You got a problem with my ass and then you talk so big

To look at you is painful, cuz i ain’t seen you naked

Ill stick my dick in your girls ass and finger blast her vagina to great mass i

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Firing gunshots towards your ass, 9mm in my right hand grasping the handle like its my dick,

Grown man shit tonight no romance shit and you should make this bedroom like monday night at magic