This is a song about "Ass grabbing"

Just put your hand on the glass

Completely your fault dumb ass

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

I bury lightning in your ass

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

My hands grabbing everything in sight, and my pants sagging,

So you can kiss my ass

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

A couple of hookers, nice ass

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Any resistance im grabbing my putter

And plus i've got the grass you lack, niggas, i be grabbing ass,

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

And you can't even blink without niggas testing your life

His crazy ass family and crazy ass wife,