This is a song about "My buttcheeks dont squeak"

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

I dont know where my pencils at!?

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Cause dont send her my way if she aint a cougar

The battle ain't over till the black man sings

Why they just want my balls, they dont care bout my feelings

Just tell them end of discussion

If you dont fall for my seduction

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

Dont mind me as i work on my rhymes all the time

I’m way harder than the concrete

Sheeit i make a bitches titties squeak,

I start evaluating, then my final intuition

You dont get my vision you don't understand my mission

With my mind, so i dont end up on a killing spree

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy