This is a song about "Stutter boy"

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Y’all bow down to whoever writes the bible, what’s the stutter

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Sorry bout the stutter, didn't mean to mutter

Im sorry did i stutter bring me my cash back, i'll commit suicide still write my own shit

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

With the same pace, looking boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

Or you stutter stupid when i get behind the mic