Squint harder, bitches, you can see '82.
underrroos chocked with rocks, cruisin up in your spot,
getting sucked off by your moms and your pops.
you touched my big wheel! so your cap got peeled.
woodgrain and leather--hope you liked how it feel.
i squeeze juice box and glocks, stoppin hearts like clots.
bloodred booty jammies from all the boddies i dropped.
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