This is a song about "Room 16 s volley ball team"

To remind me how it feels to drop the ball like stevie bartman

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

So godly the way i volley your body,

I just want somebody i can see

And the court room may preside i'm gonna win sorry if i spoiled

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

Smack either black or white ball like i had a freakin' snooker cue

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you

Volley in the lobby, the scientist's are worrying about embodying

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

But meanwhile my 16's screaming like "peeps please"

Automatic kill for pennies

As your body parts i'm piling in the room, walks in your mother

Ya'll better hope 2012 really real, cause the way i feel i'mma make ya'll suffer

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

He storms to his computer room and, types that you're a faggot.