This is a song about "Samim an asshole"

This shit has got my soul

Rhymes i shot up your asshole.

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

I know i'ma fucking asshole, so fuck you, and fuck me,

You asshole rappers spittin shit in the booth

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

Timmy got his bike stole

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

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

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

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

No ho, acquainted with the floor

Asshole, me? i never ask for more,