This is a song about "Make it nasty"

Patron black, uh, patron jones

And nasty remains and bones

The way she walks and causes a fuss

Just to make it famous

Is what you make it, shake it

Now you got me hopped up on that

But we still real brothers

Nasty words, bastards, worse

Oh she’s gonna make it.

You don't mean that, you faggot

Or i’m never gonna make it.

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit