This is a song about "Zach morris"

I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard

Imma show my true worth/ sort out the sour shit and skip to the dessert/

The wake up, dawg get ya face off the pillow

Skip a beat now i'll go lower so

Ticklin him go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog

Watch with 30 rocks in it no peacock, a little nbc talk

Up in the sadie hawkins turn the punch to a concoction

I'm working while they sleeping, so staying's not an option

In a strip club getting a lap dance

I’m up to six hundred bricks, started with two hundred grams

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Trying to fucking stomp on me

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

We priceless, skip bayless, we pay less/