This is a song about "The duff"

In the face of the outside.

Look, now roll my j tight

Where the ball meets the wall

I don’t do nothing but ball

Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedback

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

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

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

New message from mom

The weed into the bong