This is a song about "Stick shift suckin dat dick"

I got it mixed up with a big slut suckin' dick with the hiccups

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Shit this life gets overwhelming and more then hectic

Limp dick tryin not to trip walking and rocking my pimp stick,

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

So i gave her this candy stick aka long dick

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Y'all out there suckin dick nah that aint appealing

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

That a 12 hour shift, of a bitch on my dick, every time i spit, i rip,

Yu suckin like a leech

Blowin' that long beach

"don of war" what? it's more like the "don of suckin dick,

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

From shift to shift, i slip right in, don't you dare resist

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist