This is a song about "You tube"

Chemicals were mixed 'n' formed bubbles in test tube,

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Baby you know i love you

I really love my miami crew

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

You got your crew behind you

Playng baseball with my boy tube

I must go like fly route

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

You thought what you thought, you walked and you talked

Straight out the fucking tube

So i banged for a minute

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast

He'd fucked you up, pawn you, murk you, lyrically leavin' you diagnosed//

You know that i love you

Straight bad bitches i run, through