This is a song about "The dirtiest thing you could imagine on yo girls face"

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Now i see you talking on the phone to all the other girls,

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

Now i see you talking on the phone to all the other girls

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Shoulda been the one you could rely on

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

If you hatin on me i will smack you in the face

But only on the spellings and the words can you rely on such thing.

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

Don't you fall from grace

Twerk twerk, smirk on the face,

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Girls on the street asking for numbers

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

In a fashion no one could ever imagine