This is a song about "Your hands on your niples and you twist all up"

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

I bash on your raps and i smash up your ass for your wack shit

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Soon you'll be on your hands and knees begging please

We all know what your about, so you keep ya bitch ass up on that seat

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

Yeah this shit got me feelin' robert beck

He yelled go back to your room, hands still on her neck.

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Got my hands on the wheel why your wrapped in chains

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

Lift your hands up in the air and wave'em like you just dont care

Now everybody put your hands up high

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die