This is a song about "Santana wicker"

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

Pull my wand out and those tricks get on they knees (ta da!)

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

I work at, i work fast, you twerk bad, hurt that ass

As i'm sitting in this chair, my mind goes blank/

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

And how it feels to feel that feeling

Gotcha girl bobbin and weaving

Spoke softly coughing but couldn't believe what he sees at his bed's tip

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

It's bobbing and weaving like it's cassius clay

If you out there let me hear you say

I just want somebody i can see

Rocking that twist like elvis presley