This is a song about "Offensive and tastless"

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

Yeah there's some distaste up in my rhymes and i'm offensive and i'm blind,

Scholars and scientists now conceive that africa is the first place of mankind

And i'm dizzy and spinning

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Because cancer has the answer to every offensive and defensive punch

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

Had, like, the mixtape of the year

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Fuck you if you feelin' different

Social conditioning and