This is a song about "Smelly cocks"

Soaked smelly t-shirt, let my heart do a spin.

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

The fish was kinda smelly

I'd done stacked many

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Of that funky, chunky, smelly green shit.

Within an oyster, like cloyster you thought you were invincible,

After all the cocks you gargled, we'll let you off with a discount, cox bundle.

Doing what he can to hide from jelous cocks

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Go to s c take on the game cocks

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Cause you are. you must be a slave that what you are that sucks on cocks and

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent