This is a song about "My uncle harry s huge dong"

But meanwhile my 16's screaming like "peeps please"

Right flows down and they might go nice

There is a huge loud noise distracting me to say my words

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Often wonder to myself where the day's gone

Door bell sounds like it's dinged it's last dong

My balls mike tyson in the 90s

I'm hoping i confess

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

S on my chest like a superman vest

Haven't seen the world in so long

While massaging my ding - dong.

Ring ring ding dong ching chang ching ringa ding dong

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone