This is a song about "Smelly dicks"

That's like saying one condom fits all different sized dicks.

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

The fish was kinda smelly

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

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

When i was little i used to get so hungry i would throw fits

I'm famished, i didn't plan this, this rap hit was manic, but it'll take ten dicks

Then i stabbed in their dicks

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Of that funky, chunky, smelly green shit.

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

Street corners sucking dicks,

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Do i bring discomfert to you're upper middle class starbucks dicks