This is a song about "You asshole"

You asshole rappers spittin shit in the booth

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

Im kind hearted,no matter how much i come off as an asshole

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

About how i'm an asshole and i don't rap about relevant issues,

Your lyrics got me reaching for some asshole itching cream.

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

I gonna take it really nice and slow

Bi-annual, that asshole, nah i'm glad though

It's my first fucken rule i fire in the asshole

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

Was tricked to sit on poop, by some puke-able asshole

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Left the cuts asshole torn with the tusk of a boar