This is a song about "A ginger"

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

Like a bird without a cage

With foreign names, valet the range

Like a baby without a diaper

It's real dog, i live in the fire

You're a disaster a sham,

She said she's never had a man

Spit a poem or a diss

Or know them testament verses

A store that dosen't get a

Yeah, one time for the

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

Eyes super clear, you looking in the mirror