This is a song about "Total dra a"

Death total 49, i'm no 49er i need fifty

And all women who had light features, see

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

Well, total honesty, between you, your boss and me, you horny hoe

Is that because you don't want your loss total as twenty three?

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

Amazing we've embraced a total mass incarceration

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Everyday my face was a total frown.