This is a song about "You be the anchor"

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

You restrict it, the past, it's over and it'll be the last

You should be tied to the fences,

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

I'll be the last to hear you talk,

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

And be glad to be the one inducting you into the triple 6 shitlist exhibit

But the past has no anchor and its silly to think it ever did

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Is this the sort of man you want to be?

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

The good kid from the ugly city

Is this the sort of man you want to be?