This is a song about "Daz washer mash en"

When i'd rest my head in your lap watching mash

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Smash hits i'll mash with i'm coming to take your assets,

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Mash ém, stab ém, surround their death with masses

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

Shit this life gets overwhelming and more then hectic

Look at all these in-flu-en-ces like in-flu-en-za i'm sick

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Some day i hope in-flu-en-ces are also fans...

But i wont be playin catch up or gettin mash up,

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Nonhuman, mash pies in the face because they live in a sorority