This is a song about "Mean ass"

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

Talking reckless, i mean twisted

You gone make me flip then split your shit

And i mean it (and i mean it)

And i mean it (and i mean it)

Me and you just need to talk a bit

I'm god man i don't even have to breathe, but your ass must be satan cause you're actin mean

I bet you're probably thinkin that your ass is mean, fuck no man you're stuck usin vaseline

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

Its malcolm sex, things about to get mean

So i sit here in my room unsigned, waiting for the stars to align on my dream,

I'm god man i don't even have to breathe, but your ass must be satan cause you're actin mean

You dont mean shit to me

I was wondering maybe

Whats non compos mentis mean?

And lead tha whole team