This is a song about "Vagina pussy guns"

Coroners comfort your mama

Your balls big vagina

Penis, vagina im a mixture of all it

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

But make sure if they do see

Said she had nice pussy

To wet you niggas up like vagina holes

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

These chalance give me balance

Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

I fell out of my moms golden vagina which a remindsa me that im a golden kid,

Without the sound of guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence