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Nicki Minaj 'Stupid Hoe' 

I get it cracking like a bad back

(You clearly said this line to be clever but it’s incredibly stupid, and there were three of you who wrote this song! You’re telling me that this is the best you all could come up with?)

Bitch talkin she the queen when she looking like a lab rat

(Some lab rats are actually smarter than people. Maybe you should’ve hired a lab rat to write you better lyrics.)

I’m Angelina, you Jennifer come on bitch you see where Brad at?

(Jennifer clearly wins here because having Brad isn’t anything to brag about, just saying. Secondly, what’s with this ‘I got a man’ and you don’t – thus I’m better than you? I hate that line of thinking it’s condescending as fuck!)

Ice my wrist-es then I piss on bitches

(You put on expensive jewelry just to piss on people, uh what? Also, Nicki is showing that she likes giving golden showers. I know a few guys and hell a few lesbians that would be totally down with this.)

You could suck my diznick, if you take these jizzes

(Another way of telling someone to suck your dick until you ejaculate. Secondly, how is that an insult if you are throwing out an invitation for someone to pleasure you orally? There are some gay men who would be down with doing this.)

You don’t like them disses, give my ass some kisses

(Again, there are some lesbians and hetero men that would be down with doing this.)

Yeah they know what this is, give bitches the business

(Well, people are going to like you and not like you that’s life. Also, you treat people who dislike you crudely because? I mean if you look at it from the ‘haters’ perspective, it seems justifiable if you’re treating people crudely simply for not liking you. The world doesn’t revolve around you.)

Cause I pull up and I’m stuntin but I ain't a stuntman

(Well, I know a few stuntmen that are insulted by this. Also, if you’re acting like this everywhere you go. Your ‘haters’ have a good point. I can’t tell you how to spend your money but showboating like this isn’t helping your case at all.)

Yes I’m rockin Jordans but I ain't a jumpman

(I know a few people that buy Jordans because of the name ‘Jordan’ on them.)

Bitches play the back cuz they know I’m the frontman

(Why because you’ve got Jordans and you showboat?)

Put me on a dollar cause I’m who they trust in

(Who has trust in you? At this point, I wouldn’t trust you with a rock.)

Ayo SB, what the fuck’s good?

(The real question is when the fuck is this song over? It’s just an endless charade of stupidity.)

We ship platinum, them bitches is shippin wood

(Once again we get to another stupid line in this song, and yet I still can’t get over the fact that it took three people to write this shit.)

Them nappy headed hoes, but my kitchen good

(What the fuck does that even mean?)

I wish I wish I wish I wish a bitch would

(You wish someone would what, tell you this song is stupid? ‘God’ someone really does need to tell her!)

You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe

You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe

You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe

You a stupid hoe, yeah you a you a stupid hoe

You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe

You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe

You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe

You a stupid hoe, yeah you a you a stupid hoe

(I understand that you’re trying to tell your haters that they don’t ‘faze’ you but this is the wrong way of going about doing it; calling someone a stupid hoe while spewing stupid shit cliché.)

Look Bubbles, go back to ya habitat

(Are you telling Bubbles to go back to his habitat because he would die if he did. He’s lost all his survival instincts. Oh, you’re calling your haters ‘Bubbles’ which still isn’t an insult considering the lavish life this monkey lived with Michael Jackson and still lives today.)

MJ gone and I ain't havin that

(You’re not having any of what exactly? We certainly don’t want any of the stupid shit you’re tossing around.)

How you gonna be the stunt double to the nigga monkey??

(I know when you read the lyrics to yourself it sounded good. But it’s not sounding that that way at all.)

Top of that I’m in the Phantom lookin hella chonky

(I feel bad for that Phantom.)

Ice my wrist-es then I piss on bitches

You could suck my diznick, if you take these jizzes

You don’t like them disses, give my ass some kisses

Yeah they know what this is, give bitches the business

(Skip)

'Cause I pull up in the Porsche but it ain't de Rossi

(De Rossi is an Italian surname and Porsche is a German Automaker. Wouldn’t it have made more sense to use Ferrari or Lamborghini?)

Pretty bitches only could get in my posse

(Only real reason to be in that posse is because you have money and showboat it like no tomorrow. You want my used Phantom for free, hell yeah!)

Yes my name is Roman, last name is Zolanski

(I know Roman is your alter ego. He’s evil and mean, so when it comes to you being crude to your ‘hater’s do you blame Roman? So basically Roman is the fall guy, tough break for Roman I guess. But he’s rolling around in Phantoms and Porsches so fuck him.)

But no relation to Roman Polanski

(I could’ve sworn he was your grandfather. There is some family resemblance there.)

Hey, yo Baby Bop, fuck you and your EP

(Did Baby Bop release an EP? If so good for her, I mean why not? You have a music career based on dumb shit like this song. Baby Bop song can’t be any worse than this.)

Who’s gassing this ho? BP?

(Somehow BP isn’t offended by this line?)

Hmm.. thinks 1, 2, 3, do the Nicki Minaj blink

(Why on earth would anyone want to do that stupid shit?)

'Cause these hoes so busted, hoes is so crusty

(And you’re the paradigm of what your haters should be?)

These bitches is my sons and I don't want custody

Hoes so busted, hoes is so crusty these bitches is my sons and I don't want custody3

(Was this line supposed to be clever? What constitutes a busted ‘ho’?)

You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe

You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe

You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe

You a stupid hoe, yeah you a you a stupid hoe

You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe

You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe

You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe

You a stupid hoe, yeah you a you a stupid hoe

(Stupid repetitive pop song doesn’t make me want to get up and dance. I’ve lost precious brain cells just reading these lyrics.)

If you cute, then your crew can roll

(But you said you only want cute bitches. Here you said if only ‘one person’ is cute the whole crew can roll? Make up your damn mind woman!)

If you sexy, eat my cucka roll

(I know a lot of lesbians and hetero men who would love to do that.)

Put ya cape on, you a super hoe

(So there are crusty hoes, busted hoes, stupid hoes and now we’ve got super hoes? I didn’t know there was this many variations of hoes.)

Twenty twelve, I’m at the super bowl

(The same year I decided to say fuck the halftime show.)

Stupid hoes is my enemy, stupid hoes is so wack

(A stupid hoe is a person or ‘hater’ that doesn’t like you, which makes them all these awful things. However, you’ve shown no reason to like you other than you have money for days, a big ass and very minimal abilities to write lyrics.)  

Stupid ho shoulda befriended me then she coulda prolly came back

(That’s not a genuine friendship if all the person is doing is using you for what you’ve got.)

Stupid hoes is my enemy, stupid hoes is so wack

(This line is whack!)

Stupid ho shoulda befriended me then she could've probably came back

(Repetitive garbage continues.)

You a stupid ho, you a stupid ho, you a stupid ho

(If this was supposed to be a diss track, Nicki you failed epically.)

And I ain't hit that note but fuck a stupid ho, fuck you stupid hoe

I said fuck a stupid ho and fuck a stupid hoe

I said fuck a stupid ho and fuck a stupid hoe

I said fuck a stupid ho and fuck a stupid hoe

(This is the most articulate way to express one’s feelings.)

I am the female Weezy

(That’s nothing to brag about, at all.)

Overall: “You a stupid song, you a – you a – you a stupid song”. 

We respond to disrespectful song

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The Dogs 'Crack Rock'

You can't play anymore 'cause you always cheatin'.

(No one wants to play a game with a cheater cliché.)

So that's why your mama's on crack rock.

(This response wasn’t even warranted or justified. If you’re cheating in a game you’re going to get called out on that. But calling someone’s mom a crack head, you’re just asking for trouble.)

Uh-uh! No she's isn't with your ugly ass!

(No kid would be openly swearing like this. Also, are we just saying kids swear out loud because rough area equals kids swearing without a care?)

Ohhh! We gonna tell your mama!

(You called her mom a ‘crack head’ I’m pretty sure that’s far worse than being called ‘ugly’.)

So? Tell her.

(Tell my momma cliché.)

Nah nah nah nah nah your mama's on crack rock!

Yo' mama's on crack rock!

Not my mama.

Yo' mama's on crack rock!

No she ain't.

Yo' mama's on crack rock!

That's a lie.

Yo' mama's on crack rock!

(Kids taunting each other over stupid shit cliché) 

Here's a story 'bout a bitch who was trickin' on the isle. It might be your mama. Heh heh, but don't you laugh.

(You know this is an urban song when it starts off with ‘bitch’, ‘hoe’ or any kind of demeaning name to suggest they are talking about someone who is ‘not a good person’. Also, calling someone’s mom a ‘whore’ and a ‘crackhead’ isn’t going to warrant any kind of laughing response.)

Last night I saw the bitch sellin' pussy on the block.

(So she’s a ‘bitch’, a ‘crackhead’ and a ‘prostitute’? How do you know she was soliciting sex? Were you right there when you heard the conversation? Are ‘crackheads’ and ‘prostitutes’ just of the abundance in this neighborhood?)

You know what she was doin'? Sellin' pussy for the crack rock!

(Uh, okay again how do you know that’s what she was doing? Secondly, emotionally scarring a child because her mom isn’t making the ‘right’ decisions in life isn’t going to help matters. What is this girl also doing drugs? Or encouraging her mom’s wreck-less behavior?)

Yo' mama's on crack rock!

You must be crazy.

Yo' mama's on crack rock!

You got lice.

(Yep, that’s the perfect response to someone calling your mom a ‘crackhead’.)

Yo' mama's on crack rock!

Shiiit.

(I would be saying the same thing. Well ‘shit’, I can’t control the actions of my mom and yet I’m the one being teased ruthlessly.)

Yo' mama's on crack rock!

(Are we throwing the message that we should shame the kids for having parents on drugs? Or is this supposed to make people feel morally superior because it could be worse – I could be on ‘crack’; either way the message is dark as fuck!)

I saw da' bih' again

(Because calling her by her name is showing too much respect.)

(Yo, Ritch, what'cha sayin'?!')

(Yes Ritch, what are you saying?)

She was down on her knees, and the bitch was a prayin'.

She was suckin' on a dick, and she was pullin' mighty hard.

(So was she on her knees praying or sucking dick? I mean both require you being down on your knees but how do you know for a fact she was sucking dick? Also, it sounds like she was trying to rip the man’s dick off rather than giving oral sex.)

I knew it was her, even though it was dark.

(How the fuck did you know it was her if it was dark?  Also, the way you describe this neighborhood. Prostitutes are running wild, which means it could’ve been anyone. Are we just saying it’s her to stay relevant to the song?)

'Cause the bitch has a way, a way to suck dick.

(Are you speaking from experience?)

(Whas up?)

(This song is terrible, that’s what’s up.)

She sucks a dick like a mother fuckin' suction cup.

(Are you bragging she sucked your dick, or are you making her look like a ‘bust down’ because she sucked your dick? Did you offer her ‘crack’? This verse leaves way too many questions.)

It was loud as fuck, like a tooth buck.

(That’s not attractive in any way shape or form.)

And yo, guess what? She was suckin' for the crack rock!

(Did you offer her ‘crack’ to suck your dick? I mean you’re shaming her for performing the action but you are just as bad for enabling her wreck-less behaviors.)

Yo' mama's on crack rock!

Yours too.

(No one would be this calm about their mom being called a ‘crack head’.)

Yo' mama's on crack rock!

So what?

(So what my mom’s on ‘crack’, what does that have to do with me!)

Yo' mama's on crack rock!

Fuck you.

Yo' mama's on crack rock!

(Whoa! These kids are out of control now!)

Now, yeh, it's yo' mama, but hey don't take it seriously playa'.

(Uh, I will take it seriously! My mom is on ‘crack’ that’s not something to take lightly. Also, you talked about my mom sucking your dick and you giving her ‘crack’. The real problem is YOU in this situation because you’re contributing to her wreck-less behaviors. We wouldn’t be casually talking and laughing either because at some point a fight would’ve broken out because no one is going to sit there and allow you to talk about their mom in such a way you have.)

I'm just a customer. I just wanna slay'er, okay? Now it's a shame that yo' mama's on the crack rock, suckin' on dick, sellin' pussy on the damn block.

(Why would you tell someone’s child this?! I know you’re trying to convey the message that someone’s mom is making wreck-less life choices, but you’re also enabling it by allowing her to perform sexual acts to get drugs from you. You are just as bad as the mom and you know it!)

I'm gonna buy her pussy anyway, excuse you. Get out my way, or I'm gonna fuck you up, in a minute. So take a fuckin' step back. I can't help it 'cause your mama's sellin' pussy for crack!

(You’re going to pay this mom to have sex with you even though you shamed her for doing so. I don’t see how this makes you better than her because you’re enabling her wreck-less behavior. Also, why wouldn’t expect any type of retaliation if you’re openly telling someone that you’re going to have sex with their mom!)

Nah nah nah nah nah! Nah nah nah nah nah! Nah nah nah nah nah! Yo' mama's on crack rock!

My mama told somebody that yo' mama's sellin' her body for money, but I don't know what that means.

(So adults are just casually pulling kids into adult issues; way to keep it classy here people.)

Uh-uh, my mama told me that she is sellin' her body for crack.

(Kid openly admitting her mom is a ‘prostitute’ and a ‘crackhead despite spending majority of the time denying this is true.)

Uh-uh! You can talk about my mama, but I bet my mama don't have 'dat weave in her head!

(Because having weave in your head is far worse than being a ‘crackhead’.)

Yo, babe, what'chu want now?

(Despite you calling her a ‘bitch’, ‘whore’ and a ‘crackhead’ you have the audacity to call her ‘babe’? What in the fuck is going on here?)

Yo, man, I need a hit, man.

I ain't got no mo' money, I just need a hit.

(So is this supposed to be educational? This is your life if you do ‘crack’ cliché? I’m just trying to understand why this bit was added?)

Baby, if you wanna hit, you gotta let me roll off in dat' ass, and after you get though rollin' off in dat' ass, baby, you gotta get on yo' knees and suck dis' dick.

(Again, you’ve talked about this woman so badly but yet you are enabling her wreck-less behavior. You are the one giving her drugs! You are part of the problem and you know it! Also, you could’ve spared us the graphic details here and just said you know what I want from you; or try and get this woman some help. But I guess it makes you feel better knowing someone is rock bottom with their life and you can continuously kick them down even though you are just as low as she is.)

I know, I jus' do anything for a hit.

(A ‘crackhead’ will do anything for ‘crack’ cliché.)

Yo' mama's on crack rock!

Yo, suck it!

(Suck what? You kids are too young to know what sex is!)

Yo' mama's on crack rock!

I don't care.

(I doubt anyone cares at this point.)

Yo' mama's on crack rock!

That's her problem.

Yo' mama's on crack rock!

(Yes it’s definitely her problem and it will forever more be her problem.)

Now, I hate to say dis' but yo' mama's on the crack rock.

(I highly doubt you do and here’s why; you are paying this woman to have sex with you and bragging about it! Plus you’re the one giving her the drugs!)

I saw her suckin' dicks over on the hill top.

An' on the next night, I spotted the bitch, in the alley, suckin' on another damn dick.

(Okay, I understand she’s a ‘prostitute’ in all. But STDs are real and if she’s just casually sucking dick left and right without a care – you should definitely get yourself tested because you are bragging about how you had sex with her and gave her drugs.)

The stupid bitch, like no other.

(‘Crack’ is a hell of a drug. Also, you’re enabling her actions so you are a bitch as well!)

I know her now, she's what'cha-ma-call-her's mother.

(The grammar in this song is just awful.)

She had jer jacket on when it was so fuckin' hot, but that's how it is when you're on the fuckin' crack rock.

(Let’s forget the fact that ‘crack’ is easily accessible in this neighborhood and bash this one mother because logic.)

Yo' mama's on crack rock!

Don't tell me.

(They’ve been telling you this practically the whole song. It’s a little too late for that.)

Yo' mama's on crack rock!

I don't wanna hear it.

(You’ve heard it majority of the song. It’s too late for that also!)

Yo' mama's on crack rock!

Nigga', please!

(That’s racist!)

Yo' mama's on crack rock!

Yo' mama's on crack rock!

Dats' yo' grand daddy.

(Great comeback kid!)

Yo' mama's on crack rock!

I wish.

(You wish your momma was on ‘crack’? (HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!) Are you saying this to make it seem false? Or are you saying this because you just wish it weren’t true even though it is? Either way, this remark is incredibly stupid.)

Yo' mama's on crack rock!

So? I know it.

(You just said ‘I wish she was on crack’, now you know for a fact she’s on ‘crack’? I know these are kids talking but adults wrote these lyrics. Kids are not this stupid and the writers of this song should be ashamed.)

Yo' mama's on crack rock!

'Cause she's a crack head

(This is how the song ends!! This is how the fucking song ends? This song sends you on a cluster fuck of stupidity and just ends on even more stupid shit.)

Overall: It’s hard out here for a ‘crackhead’.

We make fun of the lyrics (we joke! We joke!)

Fair use (in US copyright law) the doctrine that brief excerpts of copyright material may, under certain circumstances, be quoted verbatim for purposes such as criticism, news reporting, teaching, and research, without the need for permission from or payment to the copyright holder. Badda-da-dah, badda-da-bah-bah Coming out'cha mouth with'cha blah, blah, blah (A scatting fight gone wrong.) Zip your lip like a padlock (Don’t you mean ‘lock’ your lips like a padlock? Padlocks don’t zip!) And meet me in the back with the Jack at the jukebox (I’m not meeting you anywhere or with anyone named ‘Jack’ or at a ‘jukebox’.) I don't really care where you live at (I don’t really care about your song either, ma’am!) Just turn around boy, let me hit that (This is usually said to women by men. Are you planning on pegging that ‘boy’? Also, when you say ‘boy’ it usually implies something horribly inappropriate.) Don't be a little bitch with your chit chat (How is having open communication in anyway shape or form being a bitch?) Just show me where your dick is at (If you don’t know where the ‘dick’ is on a man’s body. I can’t help you in any way, shape or form.) Music's up Listen hot stuff, I'm in love with this song (Cool, you like the song. Great! But can you explain why you asked the location of a man’s ‘dick’?) So just hush Baby, shut up! Heard enough Stop ta-ta-talking that blah, blah, blah (Okay, you don’t have to be rude. Also, it seems like you’re the one talking that ‘blah-blah’.) Think you'll be getting this? Nah, nah, nah (Getting ‘what’? The hell out of the song? Yes, I really do want to exit stage left please!) Not in the back of my car, -ar, -ar (How about you climb in the backseat of an Uber and go home? Would you prefer that?) If you keep talking that blah, blah, blah, blah, blah (First of all, what is the person saying that requires this degree of rudeness? Also, you can just walk away. No one is forcing you to talk to anyone! Just saying!) Boy, c'mon and get my rocks off (Now you want him to get you off. You just told him to shut up not too long ago? Either you’re interested or not? These mixed feelings are just wrong, and you know it!) Come put a little love in my glove box (I think he’s scared there’s something hiding in that ‘glove box’. Herpes singing ‘hello from the glove box!’) Wanna dance, with no pants on? (That’s not a dance. You two are having sex. Why not just say, I want you to fuck me? I mean this song has already been explicit enough. Just cut to the chase!) Meet me in the back with the Jack at the jukebox (You can get arrested for public indecency! Just saying!) So cut to the chase kid, cause I know you don't care what my middle name is (Sometimes it’s nice knowing people have middle names. It could come in handy when you have to look that person up on Facebook or Instagram.) I wanna be naked and you're wasted (Have you heard of ‘whisky dick’? Well, if he’s wasted. No sex is happening tonight. I’m sorry. No matter how drunk you are. You are not getting any ‘dick’ if he’s wasted.) Music's up Listen hot stuff, I'm in love with this song (Okay, listen to your stupid song and leave me alone.) So just hush Baby, shut up! (No, you shut up! How about that!) Heard enough Stop ta-ta-talking that blah, blah, blah Think you'll be getting this? Nah, nah, nah (You just said you wanted to have sex with him? Now you’re teasing him. I find that incredibly rude ma’am!) Not in the back of my car, -ar, -ar If you keep talking that blah, blah, blah, blah, blah You be delaying, you always saying some shit (How about instead of doing all the talking? Maybe, just hear what the guy has to say? Maybe he doesn’t want to have sex with you and he’s trying to exit stage left? He’s a smart man if he is!) You say I'm playin', I'm never layin' the dick (What you’re saying is, you have a ‘dick’? Okay, I’m just playing. But seriously though, I know this is a pop song. But does it have to be this stupid?) Saying, "Blah, blah, blah." Cause I don't care who you are in this bar (You obviously do care! I mean you’ve wanted this guy to fuck you and you wanted to see his ‘dick’ for the longest. Does that not count for something? Because I swear it has to!!) It only matters who I is (Only you matter and no one else. Fuck everyone in the bar! Fuck the guy you wish would shut up and have sex with you. Just fuck everyone right? I know you mean literally, but seriously. Stop being rude!) Stop ta-ta-talking that blah, blah, blah Think you'll be getting this? Nah, nah, nah Not in the back of my car, -ar, -ar If you keep talking that blah, blah, blah, blah, blah Blah, blah, blah (Where? I mean at this point I’m not sure you know where. Also, this teasing shit is stupid and you know it.) Think you'll be getting this? Nah, nah, nah Not in the back of my car, -ar, -ar If you keep talking that blah, blah, blah, blah, blah Oh! Blah blah blah Stop talking! (Skip) Stop ta-ta-talking that (Skip) Girl is angry that a guy is too drunk to have sex with her. She shames him and writes a godawful song that should’ve never been written in the first place.

The 'rock star' lifestyle (we poke fun at lyrics)

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Post Malone "Rock Star" 

Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies

(The ‘rock star’ life is having tons of sex and doing tons of drugs?)

Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)

(Writing good music, having a loyal fan base is just bullshit in comparison.)

Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas

And they always be smokin' like a Rasta

(Constantly being high, not remembering anything and just sleeping with random ‘hoes’. The ‘rock star’ life is pretty awful when you really think about it.)

Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi

And show up, man them the shottas

(Do you ‘English’? Secondly, overreact much? You can handle any situation without resulting in violence. Why do people feel the need to brag about how ‘tough’ they are in songs?)

When my homies pull up on your block

They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

(And the police will pull up like Wee ooh wee ooh wee.)

Ayy, ayy, switch my whip, came back in black

(I traded in my new Mercedes for another new Mercedes because why not?)

I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott"

(FYI: Ben Scott died of alcohol intoxication.)

Ayy, close that door, we blowin' smoke

(Nope, open that shit up. It’s getting way too stuffy in here.)

She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison

(The Doors are way too cool for you to reference here.)

Ayy, act a fool on stage

(You act a fool on stage, off stage. The real question is when are you going to act goddamn civil for once?)

Prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car

(I would, the moment you start acting a ‘fool’ is my que to leave.)

Ayy, shit was legendary

(Acting a ‘fool’ and showing up in cop cars is not legendary, it’s just stupid man!)

Threw a TV out the window of the Montage

(Why would you do this? I get living the ‘rock star’ life is about living fast and wreck-less. But at some point we all have to grow up and act responsible.)

Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin', don't give a damn

(Nope, and throwing TVs out the window and acting a ‘fool’ because ‘rock star’.)

Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in

(So, you’re basically saying his girlfriend is a ‘hoe’ that you want to sleep with?)

Sayin', "I'm with the band"

(Anyone will say anything for ‘fame’.)  

Ayy, ayy, now she actin' outta pocket

(Nope, she’s just acting like you to ‘fit’ in.)

Tryna grab up from my pants

(So, she’s trying to use you to get what she wants?)

Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man

(Well, if they had a man they wouldn’t be in a trailer ‘with you’ is all I’m saying.)

And they all brought a friend

(No ‘good’ friend would bring someone to an event like this.)

Yeah, ayy

(Shut up!)

Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies

Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)

Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas

And they always be smokin' like a Rasta

Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi

And show up, man them the shottas

When my homies pull up on your block

They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

(You should feel like a dumb ass. I see nothing appealing about the ‘rock star lifestyle’. It’s just being stupid, wreck-less and completely irresponsible to one’s self and everyone around you.)

I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars

(You’re calling other people ‘hoes’?)

Feelin' like a pop star (21, 21, 21)

(Why is it so appealing to live a wreck-less life, with no regard to one’s self?)

Drankin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the pool

(Drinking alcohol and swimming don’t mix well at all.)

And they ain't got on no bra

(No bra, getting drunk and swimming? I can’t possibly see this won’t end well?)

Hit her from the back, pullin' on her tracks

(You’re having sex, drinking and swimming? There’s way too much going on here.)

And now she screamin' out, "no más" (yeah, yeah, yeah)

(That doesn’t sound appealing in any way shape or form.)

They like, "Savage, why you got a 12 car garage

And you only got 6 cars?" (21)

(Yeah, why do you have a twelve car garage? I honestly don’t really care but, please muse me with your response.)

I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that? (kiss that?)

(What in the fuck does this even mean? Also, what the fuck does this have to do with the previous question?)

Your wifey say I'm lookin' like a whole snack (big snack)

(You’re fat shaming her? She looks like a ‘big snack’? Who says that?)

Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)

(You won’t have shit in the bank by the time you turn forty. Wait, that was too generous. I’ll give you till thrity-five.)

L.A. bitches always askin' where the coke at

(Yeah, ‘bitches’ that do ‘coke’ will certainly ask that question.)

Livin' like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car

(You’ll be arriving at jail like Wee ooh wee ooh wee.)

Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard

(So, doing drugs and acting like dumb ass makes you look tougher?)

I done made the hot chart, 'member I used to trap hard

(I can’t imagine anyone finding this song appeasing to listen to.)

Livin' like a rockstar, I'm livin' like a rockstar

Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies

Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)

Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas

And they always be smokin' like a Rasta

Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi

And show up, man them the shottas

When my homies pull up on your block

They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

(It took six people to write this song, let that sink in for a second.)  

Overall: Don’t do drugs!