This is a song about "Psalm 119 41 48"

I can't touch her, so for pleasure

Angels and demon's im that best seller,

Call me cocky i love it, baby father a sucker

Through my path, i'll wander/wanda. i could use a fairy mother

Reggie hammond, 48 hours to get the triple beam,

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Surviving the struggle, as i'm maintaining in the rotten jungle//

I have that sion flow that all you other rappers lack

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

Reggie hammond, i got 48 hours to spit sixteens,

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

With my human mascara, i will cause terror

My shit is interstellar; reaper, no shephard

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt