This is a song about "Phillip the second"

Gime a second, busy cookin greens in the kitchen,

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

The second half beckons i'll just pretend its noah's son, oh wait.

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

Flow every second you can catch me on the hours

Where every recipient, property of the state

Got the flow that make you pussies hate, second date, i inflate

You gotta let these shits go, man

Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan

Hold up, give me a second i got the poops

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

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

Watchin the flame dance hopin you'll give me a second chance

First verse i'm over with,now starting the second,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt