This is a song about "Your so"

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

Your lyres are cheat so hold your pen open your book-let

Your rhymes look so atrocious

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Your sexy lips so gentle

Never wrong at any level

So i'll sever your inverted spine

In time we learned to live a life of crime

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Apparently so did your check,

Your raps are so brain dead

Finding more light to shed

Spitting your beats with your so called crew

I gotta tell you that my love is true

So moisten all your folds

Here they keep a rachet close