This is a song about "Ass man"

She graduated top of the class

A couple of hookers, nice ass

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Im like a grown ass man without a plan slapping a bitch with the back of his

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

You shoot 16,ima shoot 28 back have your ass layed flat man just read this and pray that

I'm god man i don't even have to breathe, but your ass must be satan cause you're actin mean

Yo fuck that ain't nobody fast as me, i'm mentally retarded drinkin gasoline

This life man you can stick it up your ass

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

Or getting attacked by a man that scarred your ass

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

Let's get you on the sack, hap. nap. tap you in your ass man.

No one-half and i hate math

My man got a feel for your ass