This is a song about "Rorys asshole"

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

Was tricked to sit on poop, by some puke-able asshole

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

Im kind hearted,no matter how much i come off as an asshole

Rhymes i shot up your asshole.

It's apart of her goal

Chilling with this asshole, he call himself sweatshirt

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

Bi-annual, that asshole, nah i'm glad though

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

Fussing, i need a muffler, but mostly i'm just an asshole

About how i'm an asshole and i don't rap about relevant issues,

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

De la soul is from the soul

All they see is an asshole