This is a song about "She is a slag"

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

And you can bet she is a dime piece,

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Is she happy is she angry or confused

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

Somethin' the two of us will do is see a girl say damn she

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

I'll smash the cunt, and tell him to have a blunt before i slag him off

Mary is a polite girl, she rarely ever peeps,

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Called me a slag but look who you talk to,

I don't mean to matthew kemp you, but shit you

That she trully is a winner, tell then i know that flame wont flicker,

Wittier than any nigga, sicker then a wino kidney liver