This is a song about "All the butts"

All the force that i know,

Hope you heard that intro

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

And all the shows that you watch and all decisions you make

Theres blood all over the ground

I'mma catch you next time around

Now this is what i call an evening

And all know ma niggas be all in the sealing

Morphine all up in the system

So now she picks up the gun

What i'm wanting, and i'm trying to see something

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

I think that i finally reached the pinnacle

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

Put em in handcuffs, fucked their butts

Where you welcome to problems