This is a song about "To sleazy"

There soul to satan to make millions whats it to

I gotta tell you that my love is true

To dictate how to look,

Better than your bitch would

Smokin weed, it's pretty fuckin sleazy

Just sit back and relax and take it easy

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

To reality and to the facts

Don't 'nar confuse, i ain't a friend of you

Intellectually there's a place to go to

To get to hold your hand

Just hustling you understand

Like it's easy for miley cyrus to be sleazy

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Reluctant to, to give a shit