This is a song about "Oh you touch my talala ohhh my ding ding dong"

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Oh my god you some holy rollers spark that shit

We never tattle, let god handle that

This is my high rap, you cant even touch my high stacks.

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Oh my god, theres aliens

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

My flow is cold, you know it's dope, oh, shit, maybe not,

Im fort knox fortified oh lord oh my

In the lambo looking like a fly

Knocking you so silly that your head rings like a door bell,ding dong

Where your girl at now?3 pills down that's on meand it wouldn't be a song

While massaging my ding - dong.

We buy out stores till its all too gone