This is a song about "Rotten mayo"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

You drawin straws talkin laws rotten jaws

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

The news is applauding them trodding over the rotten corpses

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

He been waiting for his connection to come

Think i was stiff and rotten dissed and forgotten

I love women, air max's and liquor stores

You drawin straws talkin laws rotten jaws

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

Your rhymes stink, like rotten bananas in a trash can,

Waitin' in the fields to pick the cotton, sick and rotten nations,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips