This is a song about "Stretchy"

I'm laughin' at your fantasy of commandin' rap pad, i ain't mad, kid

Not knowing the life their mimicking is fake and if they follow suit they lose it

Your intestines out and use them for rope skipping

But whenever i'm around pants start unzipping,

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

That's why i try to write the best ill verses with real purpose,