This is a song about "Asinine"

Your raps are as asinine as chocolate asparagus splashed with lime

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

To have another half of glass of wine, sound asinine

I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Platinum back again, asinine when they asking em

They gon feel so asinine, before i'm done with half a rhyme

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

I'm asinine, i'll blast the nine, my disses so mean to ya,