This is a song about "Make it nasty"

I've been a pro, but now i'm profound

You're a nasty ass hound,

Something wicked this way come

But i can make it happen

This bounce beat shit

Oh she’s gonna make it.

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

It got nasty and the last thing i remember is

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

But my dad didnt make it

That make it hard to breath

And i'mma keep ya fresh