This is a song about "Make it nasty"

Loves whatever you make it

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

And men'll chase love

Just to make it famous

You're a nasty ass hound,

Weed up, better make a sound

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

Get off a key like i can’t sing

You make it hard living,

But my dad didnt make it

That's game bitch, ain't shit

But we still real brothers

Nasty words, bastards, worse