This is a song about "Moola"

You're a pile of ash and ember covered in feces of bitches

That's my wicked humor, i'm more wicked than your wickedly vivid wishes,

Ma got thick thighs and a beautiful smile

Stay powered by herb and a big fuckin pile

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball

Fell onto traffic cause a 42 car pile up not a scratch at all