This is a song about "Wait"

But wait now that i think,

Been blood with them bricks, pimp

Therefore we never wait when,

I'll never call you bitch again

The lines aren’t long, we won't need to wait

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

But next time we should probly wait

Taking my time, let me levitate

Head rush, dick hard, i cannot wait

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

But wait a minute, i thought it was all my fault, i'm not aboutta wait.

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

The second half beckons i'll just pretend its noah's son, oh wait.

And i know that your supply

Or somthing and wait to die