This is a song about "Singing kettle"

So everybody in the crowd will know you’re singing tonight,

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

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

On the road to riches this is the fork i'm hitting

Spit hot enough to make the tea steam and the kettle hotter

All this is probably karma, you dishonored the father

She's every love song that i love singing

I see the devil grinning, as if he winning

Marching in the streets singing " we shall overcome"/

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Is that they got you singing along with them,

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

I'm a 1,000 lbs kettle bell compressed- bomb in the flesh

Sleazy bitches easily licking the cheesy kettle spoon

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune