This is a song about "Bryce s asshole"

This shit has got my soul

Down my head, chest, and asshole,

Spending money when your wallet gets low

Bi-annual, that asshole, nah i'm glad though

I'm a fucking asshole because i act by what i'm labeled.

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

I got soul, there's more in store

Asshole, me? i never ask for more,

De la soul is from the soul

Rhymes i shot up your asshole.