But I’m in love with that ho though/Even though she loco/That pussy got me bozo/I’m in love with that ho bro
A gaggle of clowns convene trying to pawn off assembly line lyrics as real work. The adlibs are stale and repetitive, and are about as inspiring as Clay Aiken‘s bid for Congress. Mindless redundancy of this caliber can only be complimented by an equally dull beat, which is as soft as it is corny.