This is a song about "Hull yuh muddacunt"

Hole in the hull, busted ship

Catch us smokin’ that quik trip

You claim to have all these hoes but yuh ain't got no bitches.

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

I'll throw you some singles for those bills yuh gotta pay.