This is a song about "Offensive tasteless"

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

He told me to take this, his tone was tasteless,

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

Catch me writing offensive lyrics, catch you with a purse

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

I say no cause that pussy tasteless like a prune,

On whole new level of offensive,

Babe you know it gets no better than this

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

Because cancer has the answer to every offensive and defensive punch

No talent and tasteless

And i need you to show me love

The mic's offensive with lines i've written

Um, life is a water park, could be fun