This is a song about "Tickling my sisters boobs and fucking her till shes sore"

I remember one time me and my crew sore this whore

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

Her body and you know she loves you but shes a corny hoe now get ready to

Her body and you know she loves you but shes a corny hoe now get ready to

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

Bring her to my moms place to fucking mate her

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Oh man shes bleeding get her some tissues

I don't care about defeating me no more, i’m rapping you to reduce my pain, my sore,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

And when theres booze their is boobs

Mariah tunes and five flutes