This is a song about "Turtle soup"

Snatch his soul from his turtle neck and break his leg for disrespect

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Want a taste of the lyrical soup,

Burnt the soup, call it asher’s broth

And of course, my car's off course

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

Slurping my nuts like semen soup for sluts,

Drowning in the political soup

But rather than singing non praise the dude

No, not on top but down there

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Youve got everything backwards, you dip your soup inside your crackers,

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters