This is a song about "She is a slag"

Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime

To say she don't look beautiful to me is a total crime

Because you gotta finish a paper

And weather or not she likes me is still a blur

Mary is a polite girl, she rarely ever peeps,

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

You're my reflection and all i see is you

Called me a slag but look who you talk to,

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

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

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

When you thinking about breakfast i'm heating up my dinner

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

She wants to tell her story, but there is a sick twist

Yo my bitch is a good girl, she makes no mistakes

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes