This is a song about "Penile objects"

I got there bitches sucking my penile

Got me quite open for a while

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

Looked for prospects, fascinations with material objects,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

You call me 'big' but your mass has objects follow a rotational formality,

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Then i did some spanks with my four objects called planks

I got there bitches sucking my penile

We can talk things over a little a while

From these objects of affection,

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

So robbing for objects of opulence ain't worth the consequence,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

To spot any movement of objects to move with the smoothest of motions