This is a song about "Squeeze"

Fairchild suck my joystick i'm the star fox you're just squeeze box

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

And squeeze automatics after they fill the chamber,

More lube, squeeze this mother fucking tube, [ehehehe] im so fucking rude,

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

You emcees you agree or i squeeze this nine

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

So why don't you squeeze these, boobies, since i'm nude.

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Like the lil nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze.

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

As i declip this bottle of lubrication, spin on the spot in rotation, squeeze,

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Imma fucking wrap my hand around his damn throat and squeeze,