This is a song about "All the butts"

Thats stuck threw all the shit,

You don't mean that, you faggot

Is all of the above

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Good kids make bad grown ups

Put em in handcuffs, fucked their butts

Now this is what i call an evening

And all know ma niggas be all in the sealing

All say they in the game,all liars,all lame.

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

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

Its easy on tv make them believe what they be seeing

I do self evaluate, yeah, i know i've got some problems

They need to be prostate doctors, how they going after butts

I call it speaking tongues

They let me put it in there butts