This is a song about "Violin girl"

And he, what's his name, earl

You say you love yo girl

Lift her shirt them titties bezerk (damn girl)

I shine bright with any girl whether she make me hurl or twirl,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

So cmon girl lets get peachy

Atlast it become thinner now there starts my violin blazing like a fire

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for