This is a song about "Big nasty bong rips"

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Once i get a job imma pimp my bong

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

Nasty new street slugger,

I stop and stare at the younger

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Kinda lame isn't it if this business isn't nasty?

More money that mean less sleep

Suck my teat, nasty feet,

,in 3 battle and i'm nasty and grimy

Once as a slave who imagined being free

You're a nasty ass hound,

They can’t even come around

True, this diss rips through any crew, like fifty guns hit you

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true