This is a song about "Ass fucking"

No more fucking cigarettes lit, no more stupid ass presentations and useless magazine ad bits

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

So you can kiss my ass

And when it come to the cash

Lay is fucking ass down on a mouse trap

See i let my nigga split that

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

I bury lightning in your ass

Destined to win, get respect where i live

His crazy ass family and crazy ass wife,

Completely your fault dumb ass

No one-half and i hate math

While i rise take your ass

Your life is a product of trash

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

A'int nobody like your mother fucking bitch ass,