This is a song about "Johnny rotten"

I'm what they see as rotten, i'm the forgotten

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Think i was stiff and rotten dissed and forgotten

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Waitin' in the fields to pick the cotton, sick and rotten nations,

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful

Surviving the struggle, as i'm maintaining in the rotten jungle//

I'm working while they sleeping, so staying's not an option

Your shot is rotten, now we rised up, ain't stopped the plottin',

Haha well thats where you're wrong pal, this shit is rotten

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

Lil money i pay my own bills. shut ya eggs up for they rotten

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one