This is a song about "Punani gibbs"

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Restrained as david ayer's training day, pavin' ways, makin' change

David blane blame game, bitches want a magic trick

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

We dont die, starin down the barrel of a smith & wesson

I was so young, raised in the streets of fort smith, homegrown

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

Pissing on girls like r-kelly, feeding them my jelly

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

You gotta chill bitch, you're wilder than will smith

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain

I'll fuck up more tricks than a crack-addicted david blaine,

Will smith is the nigga, but what the fuck is up with those kids

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips