This is a song about "Squeezing puss out of your dick"

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

From hell your out of prison

Hold my tears i tried my best

When you scream out of your chest,

You must be out of your state... of mind,

The revolution has arrived

I try to be the guy, you think about

Yo getting sick of your shit, knock it out,

Wolf gang pete and gon' live, running outta time

Get out of my face, you have your own space stay out of mine

And i can't help but stare, cause

But il cut your dick off

So baby let me get my dick out

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about