This is a song about "A scrub"

Greenist moncler shit, earth tones in the winter

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

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

Called life, happiness, liberty, freedom

What a bummer, what a drag

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Kick back and know yo son set

Just a warning not a threat

Its a challenge breaking a habit

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

My talent should take me places i've never been

Influences are a dime a dozen

Take a shower cus ur just a scrub

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Your a horse without a saddle

As i light one for ill will