This is a song about "Tell my man shut up"

Honestly i'm scared to grow up and be my own man,

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

So shut up,listen and learn

Don't regurgitate my sperm

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Girl, shut up and do the dishes.

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Tell your girl to clean my splatter up

Under pressure no sweat, my pores are shut

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

If i tell you to shut the fuck up

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Do your self useful and give up keep your mouth shut

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck