This is a song about "Tickle me elmos"

Stab me, shoot me, there just aint no destroyin me

Just sit back and relax and take it easy

Just tell me, tell me, tell me if u love me

We came.. way too far pretty baby

Your arms enfold me, cloak me

High heel wearer, hell of a body

They fucking me and loving me

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

History showing me the majority will hate me without even knowing me

Approaches me, encroaches towards me,

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

You raised me, amazed me, praised me.

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

I be laughin' to the bank like the fuckin' money tickle

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little