This is a song about "Fucked your girl"

And he, what's his name, earl

You don’t even know your own damn girl,

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

Like the rapist, who fucked your mom when he laced it

Your flow is more fucked than the bitches in my bronco

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

But it seems like a scene outta flick

Your girl calls it hockey stick

I'm the sushi king

That's why your girl keeps calling

When your girl gives me oral

This is the root of all evil