This is a song about "Scoop"

Just call you know i'll come scoop

Pockets probably like fried food

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

Have your girlfriend calling an ambulance to come scoop yo ass up

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Then scoop up the wrong head to wash your skin flute

I swooped up the number 1 pick like i had the scoop from the

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Wish i get i could produced by scoop de-ville, no need to take pills

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

Then scoop up the wrong head to wash your skin flute

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

The gospel or scoop the message let out of the coop

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute