This is a song about "Make it nasty"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

I'm on my own shit

But my dad didnt make it

Just to make it famous

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Kinda lame isn't it if this business isn't nasty?

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

Loves whatever you make it

You gone make me flip then split your shit

The master of this rap shit

They said id never make it