This is a song about "Rubber"

Fuck a rubber, my cums inbound

Back wood, the tree i’m ashing out

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

But at least we're smart enough to wear a rubber "glove".

Innovative and i'm made of rubber, so that anything you say is

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Burn rubber, trail of fire prior to gas and a lighter,

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

My mouth is like the sewer, yeah yeah i keep it gutter

Just because i look hansome don't think my lyrics are rubber.

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Stick a rubber over your head and watch you suffocate!