This is a song about "Ass grabbing"

So you can kiss my ass

Bring your pen and your weed stash

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

I'm an artist who's paying dues, i have to deal, no grabbing steel,

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Grabbing a few cans with the lads nothing could be better

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Toilet paper to wipe my ass

Grabbing control of your brain mentally insane with the shots

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Kicked out on my own ass

And when it come to the cash

Fell asleep in first class

I was being an ass

No girlfriends, i know a lot of bitches

Grabbing heads, ripping out dreads to lock them with