This is a song about "Holly the slag"

Real motherfuckin g's, this one is for you

Called me a slag but look who you talk to,

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

I'm in the the real world

She wanted to fight at first

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

I'll smash the cunt, and tell him to have a blunt before i slag him off

The bigger the the fun

They had a hell of a run

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

From the bench to the ball

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood

Call me a product of my own damn hood