This is a song about "A slag"

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

You're a porch, i'm a fortress.

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

Yeah, one time for the

Yup you got a lot a

A store that dosen't get a

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Just a warning not a threat

Lemonhead end up dead

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Any thing to say a a a a a a

They claim it as their own, africa