This is a song about "Melody the slut"

Ayoh, check the melody, my brain is collapsing

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Get off slut you know the fact of your face look alike turtle

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

These lines i jot are the recipe to the story of my melody

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I'm stabbing you with the melody coz i'm in hells kitchen with the recipe

I'll be the one to cut off of your melody

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Kicked the door down to murder this divorced slut

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

If the terms "slut" and "whore" never existed i guess you'd be perfect,

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

I dont give a fuck about nothing slut!