This is a song about "Stinky armpits and likeing boys"

A dollar and tell her to stop it i don't fuhh with boys like

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

Your raps stink, just like your shittin' armpits.

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

You're 'bout to fuckin' meet him, homie, shut up and zip it boys,

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Beat that pussy up and then i call my boys up

Then i raped and murdered your three little boys!

Don't mess with the big boys, you nothing less than pig toys

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

And that both of these boys, not men, will eventually pay

But habits have changed and i've been trying to change mine all the way