This is a song about "Tactical insertion"

Then i'm on to the insertion, drink some fucking urine mixed with some bourbon

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Without sounding impractical, murders messy but tactical

What can you tickle that can make a dinosaur giggle

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

Of sheer genius, smoke and mirrors, tactical, practical jokes

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Is how i profess no single imperfection tactical turtlenecks,

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Is awfully tactical, a task at best

Carol city or was it the west

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Kissed a few bitches on the lips, no insertion

Ok just listen up a little

And im fast tactical