This is a song about "Hairy asshole"

You, you, you have to pay for that

Un-hairy musk lavender oil coated

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

In a hairy mess, doused with gas, light her dress with matches

De la soul is from the soul

Down my head, chest, and asshole,

Bruce banner beat it up, then i turn into the hulk

I'm a fucking asshole because i act by what i'm labeled.

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

Left the cuts asshole torn with the tusk of a boar

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

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

I ain't had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide (whoops!)

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

You asshole rappers spittin shit in the booth

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose