This is a song about "Mary bubal"

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

And everywhere that mary went, it stared into her soul,

Mary doesn't seem to mind the stench of the decay,

Quit the job baby, come and fuck me all day

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Read a fuckin dictionary, menage a trois with lucy and mary,

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Marijuana blazer, that mary lane,

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Is this fuckin mary jane

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

Wanting to leave but always coming back to mary jane

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

And everywhere that mary went it wretched her through the mud,

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck