This is a song about "That pussy"

Eatin pussy up for dinner man that shit smell like salmon

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

Eating on that pussy they all come around

36 o's so i'm riding round with that nina

Had a bilingual pussy that could queef latina

Give the game more parity and spit that pussy rap remedy/

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Killa you already know harlem

That pussy fire make my tongue numb

Got that holy dick call me the pussy healer,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

Money, pussy, power, respect that's the shit that i want

Fuck that whore till her pussy turned red

Finished mean done, and done mean dead