This is a song about "Seats near the back i call it luck and i dont play now kiss the blond"

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

I think now i ll stop and call it a day..

From now on dont call me lriss call me the examiner

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

It pushes and shoves, i dont wanna feel it so i try to numb the pain,

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Right now, so the boy can see it, i dont wanna be rude, neither crude, but fuck boy

Unanimously rythmical,ripping apart your rapping particles,i can destroy

Well rick james, maury jane

Why is it when i play the blame game

I used to play the game and kill nigg'as call it pro player. shoot yo brains out,

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

"but it's not that, i know the feeling and this isn't it albeit its near its core"

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Too good in between the sheets in the mustang now we call em love seats