This is a song about "All the butts"

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Cause the tickets all sold

Morphine all up in the system

I just wanna go to the slum

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

All the good times and all times we said i love you

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

These niggas is bothered, these critics be talking

All these all-talk bitches lust for the title of king/

Thats stuck threw all the shit,

You, you, you have to pay for that

All the pain all the struggle, on my brain on my muzzle

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful

Puking all over the rugs

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs