This is a song about "Your terrible dangles"

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Of a terrible notion,there was no hemoglobin,in motion

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

See, most sites will give me three and a half

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

Or something that you paid for

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

Your rap is more terrible than anything i ever did

When my minions meet the living and have terrible tension

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Your family, your friends,

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Lucky seven probably poppa

Leave your running to your mamma,