This is a song about "Sarah and her remote control up your bungle hole"

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

Although you will still end up with a spare hole on your neck.

Fire in the hole. shame her vag is flammable.

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Forget the attic, i fuck her in her basement, the hidey hole

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Come up to your peep hole, leave you fuckin' smelly nigga,

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

I'm here to make it better

Call your girl up and meet her/

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

At her funeral, yet few will know what really showed her to the putrid hole

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

Forget the attic, i fuck her in her basement, the hidey hole

If life's just a game wheres the remote control,

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul