This is a song about "Ass and soap"

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

And fuck your senators' fake ass sympathies

They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back

Everybody only focuses on ass and rack

I am ragity, soap, isn't for vanity, hope we get more capacity

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

But i swear to god my biz bad boy

And to your ass ima destroy

And most of dem are getting fucked in they ass.

But i let off everything i have

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass

And last but not least please don't tell no one

That you just dropped the soap in prison