This is a song about "Watching a movi"

Flashlights and standbys are up on my face like halftimes while watching

Like a virgin, cherry faggot, we could get it popping

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

You're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gathering

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

I think somebody's watching over me

Money on the floor, throw it on a broad

Watching cowards burn, i'm your dirty thoughts brought

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

Watching through a window, on the tree i sit in prone

My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol

Sit on crates on my porch watching with a loaded rifle,

Pumping the juice with no producersrun for cover when you hear the bass thump

Cocking it back, dicking it around, watching it explode like a water pump

Watching my woman of twenty years wither away,

And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today