This is a song about "Stroke it"

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Across the news are young black males, no stroke of luck,

Educate yourselves, of africa

Meanwhile you can stroke my fuckin' belly nigga,

So go and ride it, roll it up and ignite it

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

So you staple posters of them in your room, they help your way for stroke

Never did i pedal coke but tony lewis said i'm dope

You know i stick to the script

Kill it, leave it half filled,

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

So is you bout it, i really doubt it, doubt it/

With my thumb, pack it, light it, pass it

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Stroke my peen, splashing shit, over bitches assets with,