This is a song about "Santana wicker"

If he has a wire and says to a g "what's up?"

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

To tie the wire to his tire

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

I put aside my cane and i'm flirting with her

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

Gotcha girl bobbin and weaving

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

Chyper shit,your brain wire it,to like my shit,

Told you camp lo was my favorite

Still straught to figure out all of it

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Need hennessey - to figure out my life lessons