This is a song about "Ass and tittle"

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

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

Professing they found one ready as this

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

With his funny ass laugh and his fuckin shitty ass hair,

They be on that water here, put a couple in the air

That fat ass looks juicy and round

Now that's six cops found on that ground

And welcome to his fuckin crazy ass life,

Picture me lettin this chump survive

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights