This is a song about "My slightly damp ass rag"

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Creeping thru your window ever so slightly

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

Eat the shit i funnel from my ass

But if i had just kept my head up my ass

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

So chase the air hide your stash

So you can kiss my ass

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Take her to my place put a rag on her face and pour water on it/

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it

Puberty hit last night, kicked my ass.

Just put your hand on the glass