This is a song about "You so fucking prett"

Every time you rhyme shit so bad its considered a fucking crime,

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

If i ain't the dopest then joker's either lying or smoking

To the point where you so pissed that you feel like you're fucking glowing

Got so much fucking doe/

Call me whatever joe

Getting so fucking wasted you don't show up to shows

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

You ain't even on my flight list so now you fucking wanna fly bitch

I know i'ma fucking asshole, so fuck you, and fuck me,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Yet when you listen ya concious starts becomin so fucking curious

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts