This is a song about "She was made out of candy snickers musketeers vodka"

She was the queen of the club

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

So i went down south but i ended up north

We made fun out of our jazz talks

Should i say the fake leg made out of wood

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

She was a bad bitch, i made her go low

The wake up, dawg get ya face off the pillow

My day was just made. she came from my dreams.

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Hes squishing it in his hands, wishing that pill was candy

A start of a new form of saga, drunk even before i touched my vodka

Turns on some cold water and blocks it, she layed in the tub with the