This is a song about "Stroke it"

Meanwhile you can stroke my fuckin' belly nigga,

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

Y'all could never admit it, forget it, spit it, i writ it,

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

Yes we bout it bout it/

Rack, rack city shit

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

You hear it, might as well endear it or fear it.

Hear it, endear it, believe it.

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

Stay fly like a birdie, under par one stroke

Kill it, leave it half filled,

You was bigger than an artist

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

'til emotions evoke tears, my whole career's a stroke