This is a song about "Why be a pussy"

I look like a freakin' wuss, a pussy

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Turn that pussy into a geyser

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

I wade in em pussy like a duck thats why they call me daffy.

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Get up and bite you must be a pussy

Now admit the feelings when they hit, don't be a pussy little wussy bitch,

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

Be a king, think not - why be a king when you can be a god

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

It's a mystery why you think you'd be anything less than history.

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

Be a king? think not, why be a king when you can be a god?