This is a song about "Quiet ceying over that whore"

Hey, why aren't you trying to score with that whore?

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

They believe that they are the over-lords

Another day as i step out the door

Making these fool sore over his last whore.

That the crook just took over so book

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

That our over protective president

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

But you hate them navel kisses

That shoebox shit, over with,

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Now that girls over me