This is a song about "Smokey robinson"

Accountable for a half a million unaccounted for... boy

Floppin all around like jason collins reading playboy

Like your stranded in the high sea's and i hope your

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I would hate for you to be stranded at the laundry mat, i got your back

Ross and folarin, couple women

Because he made his decision

Knock knock, who there? houdini dissappeargot green, john deere. more green, paul pierce

My brain, oh so trippy satans game. fuckin taylor swift an everythings

Up in the sadie hawkins turn the punch to a concoction

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Ask, real rick ross he tell you i gets it in

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop