This is a song about "A fanny"

And i pray that never change

Like a bird without a cage

Hit a bitch, gain a stitch

You work the bitch

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

Admit it you fanny fucks,youve studied my content

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

Spit a poem or a diss

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

Influences are a dime a dozen

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

I don't want it on my back

You're a pussy not a cat

Its gonna be a a test

Might as well get it off yo’ chest