This is a song about "Your a slag"

Thinking about you, you slag

Yo, i'll bet she be back

Raising a kid on your own

We just want you back at home

The revolution has arrived

A picture in your mind

Inside your minds a bruised ego

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

I'll smash the cunt, and tell him to have a blunt before i slag him off

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

So close i could give flip a play

Now your leading me a stray

Fuck, your a comedian, im gone, your red

So if i do call it's just a check

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

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss