This is a song about "My johnson"

I've got nothin' to worry about

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

My streaks my testament.

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

My own unknown is my enemy,

I just want somebody i can see

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

And i’m still alive, magic johnson arise

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

I wonder why we take from our women

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,