This is a song about "The chewy shewy"

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

The bigger the the fun

I'm caged up in state prison

In the heat of the summer,

So it leaves me to wonder

These joints here not found at the mall

Where the ball meets the wall

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Yeah hail mary full of grace

The streetz is aint the safe