This is a song about "Nasty ass"

I'm so disgusted by all these nasty cites

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

And nasty remains and bones

Please put that in your notes

Babies turn into shooters

Nasty words, bastards, worse

Everybody watching while you touching real money

But that doesn't stop the nasty chicks from saying "fill me"

Specially equities, reckon we smile

Vial filled with... foul, nasty, filthy... vile bile,

The choice can be no other

Nasty new street slugger,

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

And the discography, somethin' you got to see