This is a song about "Wanking and furries"

And i got that drive and she just might crash

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

And inhospitable,

And their mothers and fathers

Talking of the gods you serve

I fear no opponent

And remember what i said and

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

And like to boast and brag

May just gon' bring hobo back

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,