This is a song about "Dog bath"

Cause i break it out a lot

No match to my flow, dog

It would be a bloody bath, to make your buddies dash,

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

Call me a bitch call me a dog,

Money on the floor, throw it on a broad

Bath ya in acid while i'm watching your spine detach,

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

Bath salts straight out the catalog

No regard when i'm going at abroad

This crap is just soft as dough, dog

Don’t like to see when she talk

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

You eat a dick like a fag on bath salts