This is a song about "Scratching your vagina"

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

To wet you niggas up like vagina holes

You made me wanna

Your balls big vagina

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

And if they did, they didn't care

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

Tossing and turning scratching i'm itching, the fuck was i thinking

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Scratching my back, let the words get out

I try to be the guy, you think about

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Love turns into pain