This is a song about "Wilson the hedgehog"

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

From the gutter to the roof

A far reach from them rap dudes

Down the street to the car,

If there’s a shining star

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

The bigger the the fun

But girl you got me open

Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually