This is a song about "Dirty asshole"

It's my first fucken rule i fire in the asshole

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

Asshole, me? i never ask for more,

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

You asshole rappers spittin shit in the booth

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

No one-half and i hate math

I splash your dirty ass,

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Left the cuts asshole torn with the tusk of a boar

So the devil that drove in her got in control

Was tricked to sit on poop, by some puke-able asshole