This is a song about "Tikle my pikle"

My words are my rhythm

I pop one, you pop one

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

This is my original, my validation

So if it comes down, may the best man win

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

As i coordinate the perfect feature

My own unknown is my enemy,

And all women who had light features, see

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

It's things to know about when you got dough and clout

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout