This is a song about "Slob on my knob"

Cold, my style making my nose run

Hand on my heart for my actual anthem.

We dig the plot and never bury pot

Bank on that shit dawg i'm stroking my knob.

Majors misbehaving i'mma have to take it digital

All the pain all the struggle, on my brain on my muzzle

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

I tell you your a slob, you get the scorn of god,

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

Let it rain let it drop,hit a slob in his lip then watch his favorite color drip

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

She can make a pimp fall in love

On my tongue and in my lungs

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Tatted my moms on my back for ambition