This is a song about "Rotten"

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

You drawin straws talkin laws rotten jaws

Shoutin and poutin, becomin rotten, your swing plane's forgotten

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Before i start to rest, i'll eat on rotten pests

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

He must travel to hell, wait, survive the rotten smell, wait, then ring a bell

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Haha well thats where you're wrong pal, this shit is rotten

I'm what they see as rotten, i'm the forgotten

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Think i was stiff and rotten dissed and forgotten

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

I am your hell so elf go fuck yourself i am a cray orc, your rotten pork

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record