This is a song about "Marr you"

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

You liberace's, versace's, and you nazis,

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast

He'd fucked you up, pawn you, murk you, lyrically leavin' you diagnosed//

Yes,it's you. rap beats you.

Straight bad bitches i run, through

Thinking you dope , thinking you fresh,

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

I can smell it when i go outside

Whether you wrong or you right

When you know that you are

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

Nobody cares about you except you

Girl you know i want you

Mama ain't raise no fool, true