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

While massaging my ding - dong.

My way like a usher song

When i run b-town i got size 11's on my feet

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

Don't worry. im steady busting these 3's just like my nigga stephen curry,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Music, i have to listen to music all day long

Ring ring ding dong ching chang ching ringa ding dong

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

Heh, if the autotune's gone

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill