This is a song about "Whopper jr"

To be throwing the hand’s son”

After the club, gettin you open

I jam all music from pearl jam, taylor swift, tupac and grateful dead

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

There are times when you'll need someone

Hit the joint and pass it son

Rookie you couldn't even call my sister a hooker

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Be patient,decodin rappers like math equations

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

All you might see is blood red

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Fuck that whore till her pussy turned red

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

But most of the time

From alaska son and i'm