This is a song about "Smelly dicks"

What you do ain't even called sucking each other's dicks

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

While blazing that smelly fragrance, as i am pacing

No sixteen, no vaccine, i'm so sick my ten bars cough

Of that trade off, my dicks a plane bout to take off

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

Either ur a masochist or love being packed with dicks

But my dicks adorable

Lady at the frank stand will

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Would have to work on his curls at the gym, his cat too smelly

That sits on peoples dicks

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Come up to your peep hole, leave you fuckin' smelly nigga,

I know i'm not the only bastard in america