This is a song about "Spots on"

Let's get it on like desert storm, the pentagon for steppin' on,

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

There spots that are vacant

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Cause you got it going on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Before my time pasted on

Pay dues like a hair salon

My sim card's the bomb

Feel your chest on top on

That's word to my mom

Nobody to lean on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Burning up,turn the fan on/

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Aight, keep going, on and on