This is a song about "Marissa has no ass"

Yet your cd has no buyers,

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

No man has truly lived,

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

So vain he has no shame in zany whack fans,

Has your name all over it and holding no regrets

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Until she's no longer living and death has fucking risen

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

Because he has nobody, no one to impress,

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

But no, that ship has gone

My sim card's the bomb