This is a song about "The mash theme song"

She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day long

Until the shit comes on, and it plays they favorite song,

And then the box plays my favorite b.o.b. song,

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

Your legacy remains in the song, remember this

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Music, i have to listen to music all day long

You bitch'll need a tampon by the end of this little song

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

Balling like lebron.in the club them hoes be dancing to my song.

Niggas will find a way to tweak it till the art's gone

For the intoxicating lyrical content of my song,

Shut the fuck up, sing the song

Stressed out, cos' i'm gone

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Nonhuman, mash pies in the face because they live in a sorority