This is a song about "Rik marsh"

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

So we could kick the butler out and we can make a muffin

Sons and daughters wander through the slums for running water

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

But i never ever thought that you would take me on this offer

Fuck a fake baller, i can clean them with holy water

My records sell, yes sir

I refresh myself with water

And if my record never break, i still won’t break my promise

Half of the rappers are soft as a marshmellow all puff

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

High foe knows pike disaster, muffin amour

But she forgot about the golden rule

Still like a lake water, while a child swims in the clear water

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her