This is a song about "Shook fetish"

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Oh my dude, the heist got me shook,

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

Should get the message you the type to satisfy my fetish

You the type to satisfy my fetish

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Life has put her to the test

Shook ones? lay 'em down like wet cement,

She never even wonders and cowers, or gets way shook,

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

But when i rage against haters they all afraid and get shook,

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Never gonna stop more flow than a shook soda pop

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot