This is a song about "As offensive and tasteless"

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

Because cancer has the answer to every offensive and defensive punch

And as soon as you enter...

Said when i do dirt wit her

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

So deceive in grief as much as you plead and breathe

And become as big as london

I want to fight the music on this one

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

That portray women as objects, as hoes and gold diggers,

But as rude and as indecent as all hell

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well