This is a song about "How many guys have you fucked slut"

How fucked up it can be,

I’m tryna be low key

Ego complex you guys have, you on linux?

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

This freaking wise guys fucked

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

It don't matter how many random letters you put in ya name,

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

Thinking "how many have i killed?"

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

Say what you wanna but

Oh, did i scare you, slut?

Fucking slut, mutt... maybe if you didn't rut

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Just fresh out of the ashes it's a detroit fucking classic from when

How many kids you know with scars on there arms at the age of ten?