This is a song about "Jazmin and sajon"

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Every night i stroke hoes

And nasty remains and bones

I got alotta phones

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

Grab the scissors and saws and

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

And i'm dizzy and spinning

But he don't rule a thing

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,