This is a song about "Springfree trampoline"

No matter what i try to make a quick buck,

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Not talking bout hova keep balance like you supposed ta

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

All he thought about was tyin that rope round his neck

Plastic tarp and gloves left no traces

Trying to get back to this thing called love

This worlds out of balance, scales broke here comes the challenge,

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

Got your bitch in her thong no bra on. bout to beat that pussy up, man i dont give a fuck.

I'm fuckin witchu but i love them bitches you know i'm gettin more cut than nip tuck

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Cos they suck so hard they're crap can stray a buck...