This is a song about "Asshole mother"

Down my head, chest, and asshole,

Open up your contacts then scroll

Look, viewin life from the 36th floor

Asshole, me? i never ask for more,

That damier bag i bought her

Now i gotta fuck your mother

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

I know i'ma fucking asshole, so fuck you, and fuck me,

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

Was tricked to sit on poop, by some puke-able asshole

It's apart of her goal

All they see is an asshole

You asshole rappers spittin shit in the booth

Magazines who at times seem to misuse