This is a song about "Ted parton in southfields"

You're an-swer will be gladly re-jec-ted

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

So fucking scary you need your ted

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

All lies... he dies! rises at sunrise, arises ted with his head

You can disown him or stone him

Its in operation

While in reality im in a oldsmobile killing posers in the alleys

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

Taskforce reporting in

Lookin’ for some action