This is a song about "Stroke it"

Twists it, turns it, beats it, burns it, tortures us in silence

And we ride rotten, 2 choppers found dirty sirens

Heat stroke midsummer you #fucked cuz you a #conductor i seduced n im on the #caboose

I know you're weak an secretly tweakin countin petals knowin you gonna lose

Hear it, endear it, believe it.

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

She says it, you do it

A force so strong you couldnt stop it with a stroke

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Stay fly like a birdie, under par one stroke

Fuck "grey's anatomy" i'm getting sasha grey throat

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Had a stroke, suffers high blood pressure, and looks like she doesn't eat

Yes we bout it bout it/

I put some cash in ya pocket