This is a song about "Rub"

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

"please!! rub that #white #thing on my face", you're the gayest folk

That's why i shine like i does

Rub out faces and leave no traces

May day, comeback it has been this way rub my back, then let me lay, fuck

I'm longer than em: i ain't talking no rockin republic

I run and rub my crotch upon an old hobo

I get it poppin like pacman, ask polo

Stressed only difference is i aint got no bitch to rub my shoulders

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

Rub the cream on my dick, ya mama ask for a lick

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

Rub on buddha's belly

They say nothings ever free

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Falls, rub my balls, on your mom’s pink draws