this is a song about a guy named ROTEM
Who from up high need to take down his chotem
You think you all that - you ain't
You think you can hit second base - you can't
You think you look like ludacris - you don't
You thought you'll get in my panties - you won't...

I know what's her face gave you little baby mama trauma
But that ain't my fault so don't give me no drama
You ja rule wannabe, you think you the best man here
But I rather do Mr. snickers over here
You said you wanted to take me to your room
But I rather do Ronen if he wasn't getting married soon

All you do is talk, no action
Attitude, no affection
Listen boy, pay attention
I need a real man

you think you're a baller but you don't have the dollar
You can't afford madman so you wear fake gear
You can't afford cocktails so you drink cheap beer
You can't afford weed so you smoke lm lights
You can't afford me so get out of my sight

You're so full of shit it's piling up in front of you
So at the end of this song this is my massage for you:
go take yourself and jerk yourself
Yes ...like this...
I'm done now, have a nice life
Yo, peace.