This is a song about "Torrie wilson"

Thinking he wont goddamn it he will

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

By the fire in my desire to raise the bar higher

Of willing to aim, a gun, to your forehead, its not fun, to wish you were dead.

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Fame, money, and girls is what some people desire.

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

My bitch is great, had a dinner date with william gates

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Fucking the game up, working magic with this johnson

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Of anyone willing to enlighten stress