This is a song about "That pussy bald like caillou"

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

That shit was ludicrous/ her pussy smelt like tuna-fish

Bet i get like 8 of them

That pussy fire make my tongue numb

Eatin pussy up for dinner man that shit smell like salmon

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Denim front been still kickin' ten zero

Circling pussy like i'm a crow

Gonna poke that pussy with my spine

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

I say no cause that pussy tasteless like a prune,

My legion is doom, my gorilla's monsoon