This is a song about "Share"

Then i'm pulling out my shlong and share the cum all along

And spit it the way i do simp-a-ly because i like this song

And if money wasnt there love could always be that one fair trade to share

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

And won't ever share unless there's a benefit for them

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

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

Freedom to give and freedom to share

You know that we share but beware,

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

I light joints but stop and share it

The real muscle in the message of that

Everybody put three fingers in the air

The troubles in the system have arisen, i must share,