This is a song about "Ashley the ass hole"

Forget the attic, i fuck her in her basement, the hidey hole

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

In i go, aiming for the only hole... the only goal,

At her funeral, yet few will know what really showed her to the putrid hole

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

Cause i was him, i would have married kate and ashley

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

If you want to criticize me,talk to your ass hole,

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

Suicide attempts in the hole

De la soul is from the soul

Only losers obey yolo, ass hole, so go home

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own