This is a song about "Slag and sket"

And don't ever (and don't ever)

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Every night i stroke hoes

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

I could think of a couple positions for you

Called me a slag but look who you talk to,

And kill yourself and your clique

Have no souls indeed

To make karma come faster than she normally will

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,