This is a song about "Shook one part two"

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

I lied though it wasn't just one girl it was two

One two three four five six seven eight nine

If they find that stash box just one time

I wrote two warm up songs but this one is my third

I hit you from rewind it'd be hard to move forward

Part two and it only gets more ugly,

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

One two right hook left jabbing,

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Slice one up, slice two more

Im seated by the floor

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

It's only one round, two or three i don't need it

Mama made her pretty

One two three, what could it be