This is a song about "Youngstown is where it at"

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

This is the stage where she wishes she was at home in her bed

Or i could lick at da split where your clit sits and tongue flip it.

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Thats where my profit is at

More than where im paced at, i'm faded but you can't erase it

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

This is a war zone fag where you at this shit is baghdad

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

"where is it?" under the bed? in the depths of the shed?

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Your etiquette, man where is it? or were you just doin' it for the hell of it?