This is a song about "Grossness"

Coughing up blood, looked over and mama was through, that one-two and you know they capped you

Spit fire i don't tire, i am crass, do yourself a favor get your ass black and blue

You're gross like week-old chilled curry, i'm an ill turky.

I'll repeat this over and over so you know i'm worthy

Threw in some talcum powder, cause sweats too gross

X's and o's, you must be the rose