This is a song about "Hailey you so nasty"

I got alotta phones

And nasty remains and bones

Vial filled with... foul, nasty, filthy... vile bile,

Got me quite open for a while

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Yeah nigga its nasty

She gonna dance when that molly through

And, my flow is nasty like tofu

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

When love comes callin', don’t love back

You're a nasty ass hound,

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

I'm nasty. but on the beat, i get jazzy

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see