This is a song about "Rub off"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Rub on buddha's belly

It's about to fall off,

Speed up, patience, please cause

Blasting off and slacking off/

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Ok so ima start this off

I'll cut your eyelids off

They right too cause

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

The role so if you rub my back

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

Of that trade off, my dicks a plane bout to take off

And i can't help but stare, cause

//said when the lights shine off