This is a song about "Tug ion"

Ion know but just have a clue of whatever you do

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

Ion wanna see my nigga blue

Whenever im sleeping gotta make sure ion drool

It all goes back to when i dropped outta school

U gone close yah eyes/ n imam be standing there/ i know that's just not far/ but ion really care/

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

Ion trust him cause he always laying chicks

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

But, ion cherish shit, flyer than a pair of chicks

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

You haters put up your guards

Tug these sleeves up my arms