This is a song about "A slag"

Cus if your love was all i had

Thinking about you, you slag

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

Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

I'll smash the cunt, and tell him to have a blunt before i slag him off

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Any thing to say a a a a a a

And her smile lit up the room

A boy taken for a goon

My all gold rolly or the

A store that dosen't get a

Ha my mojo back

What a bummer, what a drag