[Verse 1]
Yeah this shit got me feelin' Robert Beck
Rather than Robin Thicke
Ho's, got a list, but I gotta pick
I'm gettin' bitches to strip
Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard
See, I'm a n***a with no flaw
No wrinkles in my game, this is Botox
And spoke of
I make them ho's strip
But keep on your clothes
Leave your inhibitions here
I breed 'em like I'm going to war
I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for
This is your Vietnam
Via my strength
So your arms can't reach me
Believe me I'mma be your God
See, involvin' yourself is to be a part
And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart
You now on the premises
Where rules get followed
My pretty works stalk ya
Once guarded like the jail assistant
But now invisible cells around your brain
It's much different
It's much stricter
Believe me
And even when you crabby, obey all seasons
Whatever issues you have
Now speak them
Anything you need
Now you gotta come to me for it
Squeeze you tight
Forever you my bottom bitch
And not a fear as long as you know who your father is