This is a song about "Waddle lee archer"

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

You see now that nigga lonely

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Walk wit a waddle, like daffy duck

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

Mentally he's less than me, and i'm guessing sweet as sara lee

Like im tommy lee and she's that babe pam

It's all too black for me to blame it on the man

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

Knowing you can no longer party