This is a song about "Slobs"

Fuck all slobs kill them with a knife bk all day every day crip life

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

Innocuous most of the time unless you slobs wanna pop some shit

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

See you was there every year when i needed you

But it ain't no rules in this game giving slobs blue