This is a song about "Pubes spunk green whore shengus shite on carpet dugz on drugz"

Spun on green... shit! i can't make it!

But i like you like..like a lil bit

Like a marker on carpet, you know that shit won't ever be the same.

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet

Then go to ur whore..bring her down on all fours..my beefy boner is hungry for meat/

She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix inso... now i lay me down to sleep

Fire on my mind like im green

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb

Preaching on green like im working for a lesson

Jacking to some fucking whore whacking on the door

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more