This is a song about "Call the foul"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Renown for actin foul and sour every hour

Third ward general, young cash money

Call it the holy trinity,

Vial filled with... foul, nasty, filthy... vile bile,

Got me quite open for a while

My records sell, yes sir

They call me the finisher,

Any sings of foul stench,

I'm making moves, check my french

That you call the rap game

I'm going off the top of the brain

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

Ugh whats fair is foul 'n what's foul is fair