This is a song about "Peter thomas"

Mama made her pretty

Second peter one three

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

Getta letter sayin' see ya down by peter

Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Faces, sex on the white sand beaches of saint thomas, though this ain't

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

No stress battling cos you copy shit, but i'm original, invent it like thomas jefferson/

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Dear reader, hiphopwizard secretly fucks a transvestite named peter

Got tickets peter piper

And the food could have been finer

Pick one, peter piper. and pick a peck of pickled peppers.

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse