This is a song about "Ass and titsd"

You read my stuff and then you pucker up and kiss my ass

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

Fuck being an architect and kissing ass,

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

And you'll be kissing my ass so your life can be spared

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Shit i can put snare and bass with nothing else and still get more props than yo ass,

And to your ass ima destroy

You got phat pockets like a fat boy

And ill bus a cap in your ass

And when it come to the cash