This is a song about "Miley cryus"

Coming at each other's throats so perfectly just like how every lock has it's own individual key.

Watchin me shake my flat anorexic ass, but why not try twerkin like me im popular be like miley,

Of dr.dre even miley said she couldnt last like i can

Bet they all will tune in, so i'mma do it bigger than

Now miley cyrus finally got a smokin ass.

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

Than have to deal with that miley cyrus virus ass

And miley never worked a day in her life

Picture me lettin this chump survive

The pervs lerk as miley works that twerk till it hurts.

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Died before that video came out of miley giving head/

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

Miley cyrus, the grammy awards, helen keller, a cucumber?