This is a song about "Tickle"

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

U think you're funny?,i don’t know why i can’t laugh, come tickle ma tummy,

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

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Come here girl take a bump let it tickle

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

Didn't tickle your funny bone? well, your bones will be shown

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone