This is a song about "A troubled butt"

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

Of humanity, mostly fluent lairs, who ought to show insanity. a troubled home,

And although you're a pain in my big toe, the butt

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Troubled economies, electing a fool//

But she forgot about the golden rule

Troubled with a struggle

I'm on the block as usual

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

In your butt it slips 'n' pops.

But i'm so smoothe like baby butt

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

I'm god man i don't even have to breathe, but your ass must be satan cause you're actin mean

I started out as a troubled teen, hit my prime at age seventeen graffiti an hip hop was my scene

Fuck you up the butt with such a force that it broke the richter scale,

So needless to say this, leadership is not with a timid sail