This is a song about "Tina chaplin"

I ain't interested in fame

No clay female rappers in this game

The chap stick has run dry,

That's the window into the sky

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

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

We freestyle battle opponents and make em break like pots of clay

That's why they salty every where i swear its like a snow day

Evil carrots don't play, came strait from the clay

But i got two a-mex's that look the same way

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

As to me all the other rappers are just clay

I'm curious jorge, fuck what dem whores say

Each pray, you fray, molds you like clay, thought it was a play