This is a song about "Santana wicker"

I'll slit your jugular, so change your name to "hutch is my executioner,"

If this was a game, i already know that i would come out winner

Spies are my brethren, stand with the leather skin,

Riding around without a fuck given

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

Building a fence, to keep the sexual tension at bay,

You think i'm scared of you, pussy?

A happy home, that's my fantasy

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Straight from my bombers bay

He’s comin', that's what these hoes say

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Or did he marry his cousin , i don't know but pussy is pussy and i get pussy

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

Now im sitting right under that money tree