This is a song about "Sarah doyle"

But sarah palin, guarantee i'll jack off to you later

Motherfuckers, every time i see the paper

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

Debating is futile, don't believe me, ask sarah palin,

And i’m talkin, passenger action

Sniffin cocaine like sarah palin