This is a song about "Pull out"

Pull your eyes out the back sockets

The fence they was on about my rap skills

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

I pull my dick out for free tastings

Pull out the pesticide education supplied

I done seen a nigga rise, watch you niggas dick ride

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

But when i pull this dick out,

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

Summertime, no doubt, i had to pull the bike out

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Pull out the chloropromazine and the fucking gasoline

Anytime you wanna cry, just pull a kleenex out yah front, bum

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

Pull out guns and let 'em spark