It's that goofy latino, seduce a girl with body rolls,
amuse with truth while other dude's spit movie spoofing @@#!y flows.

Homies claim their vets, though few improve to rock as dope
of that group of youth who spewed bout hot cheetos and takis, bro.
Y'all remind me of booty shorts;

Half-assin' rap practice and endin' up sucking like groupie sports.
Haters too lazy to catch up they're at a different pace.
So Imma keep it moving while they talk %#@! in place.

I'll admit it's not like this artist knows perfection,
but I'd never name my kid after a cardinal direction.
I'm understanding how we bear %#@! understandards,

Saying "no question" to life that won't give us other answers.
Like most, I'll find relief above some bed covers.
I search for chances to get head, call me a headhunter.

So shout out to my friends with benefits and sugar mamas
that gratify both appetites while subwoofers calm us.