This is a song about "Holly the slag"

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

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

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

Thinking about you, you slag

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

The more battles the better the flows

Eyes poked out the the raven

So keep fronting till my peeps come

You're the snow, i'm the sun

Two reflections into one