This is a song about "My butthole"

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Attention is a must

My streaks my testament.

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

My words are my rhythm

Something wicked this way come

She sung songs off the marvin gaye whats going on album

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I got something you've been waiting for