This is a song about "We cant rub shoulders"

We all call him a moose, cant do crap but abuse

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Stressed only difference is i aint got no bitch to rub my shoulders

Cus you're so sexy

Rub on buddha's belly

But i won't rest till i'm givin my respect

The day we met, i cant explain the way that i felt.

Know just what you worth

Lay there with busted shoulders,

And the principal asks why we cant follow the rules

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Cant judge her cause we are all sinners,

Fresh out the chair with the clippers

You just working with the scraps you was given

We could rub together, and make friction