This is a song about "Ar s"

If i ever see you, i'mma be clappin'; the ar!

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

The outline which you n****s out dated

S queezys very bold

But for long time i had gone cold

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

If only i could go back into the 80’s

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease