This is a song about "Your a bich"

Your lyrics sound like your a handicap

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Pop a bullet in your chest,

Life has put her to the test

Because your a sick bastard

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

So drop the slam and lets get sick

I only proved your a dick

A picture in your mind

The glare makes me hard to find

Be the ocean, where i unravel

Your a horse without a saddle

Through a tube down your neck!

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

Quit your job call your boss a slob who needs a wash