This is a song about "Tina chaplin"

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

She wanna take a ride in my submarine; she like that seaman.

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Rubbing off these cracked lips like chap stick

The chap stick has run dry,

When i'm low, she take me high

She dont have a problem with, with

Got the blacksmith cutting me some axes,

Oh its over whole time she knows this

Creating rhymes i'm a blacksmith,