This is a song about "Singing kettle"

Sleazy bitches easily licking the cheesy kettle spoon

I am out of this world and you a man on the moon

The victim that i capture often aren't like a tea kettle

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Going broke, no sir

Hitting the singing feather

Like when wind blows through singing chimes.

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Or the way u live, like everyday is the fuckin end, (singing)

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

The sick fuck drags her into his car, driving home singing,

The people gon' feel it, a leader win the building

Exploring ourselves, learning, painting, and singing

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

(singing) weve all had that one chick,