This is a song about "Where s your girl at"

And he, what's his name, earl

Fuck up your shit and bang your girl

No car key and i mean that

You based your life off of 50's shit

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease

I swear my peoples keep a strapped like pinky in the movies

I look at your empty seat wondering where i went wrong,

Music, i have to listen to music all day long

I dont know where my pencils at!?

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

Peacefully at rest where your forefathers shone

And don't you bring your camera phone

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

Maybe even better, man i'll sever where your throat's at

Or i could lick at da split where your clit sits and tongue flip it.

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit