This is a song about "A bad party"

I'm a splatter of bad problems,

She can make a pimp fall in love

With less people liking you than a pauly shore party

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Westside, bitch i run mine

No rhyme is a bad rhyme

What a bad situation

Kaiser soze, we never see him

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

You doing the berney at a little kids party

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Ain't a fucking party until someone throws up

You are a bad patient

She leave her hair in the sink

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Titty, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here