This is a song about "Cynically presentable genre"

As well as gossip, genre and dogma, blunted, marijuana

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

Nope notta, i quickly gotta, say, i love you mama, you too papa

My music is borderline insanity and of the horrocore genre,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

It's an unusual genre for a female paddy/

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Tomfoolery on the genre

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

That they made a new genre for you called hop hip

And you know i paint that picture

It's genre is thriller

Fuck with me i make ya genre red just like it got the blues

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose