This is a song about "The wiggles"

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

My nigga, its all love

Where the fuck the chorus

As the king upon the throne

And don't you bring your camera phone

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Lights bulbs when wearin' that wig, flyin' kites

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

I let you know you dealing with dogs