This is a song about "She make"

I shine bright with any girl whether she make me hurl or twirl,

My heart'll turn pitch black and cold if i split with my girl

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

She used to make good money, and we were middle class,

I finally cumm its in her hair and on her thumb, she glances at me and says lets make another run,

Seems like every week is festival season and it's better for me than it ever has been,

You live your life all serious while i'm enjoying mine

How do i tell her that she needs to take charge..and make up wasted time,

I was born to do the damn thing

She say she tired of lying

She even said she can cook!

No hook, fuck a hook