This is a song about "Ally blain"

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

Toss it just let the wind blow

And yea we both coming

Planes packed with blow im piloting

And a fridge and some broccoli

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Grab the scissors and saws and

Judging from your clothes and your girls and the molly in your lip

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Ok just listen up a little

Pop you like a pimple

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Bad bitches get low

Just the next girl to blow,