This is a song about "Ass n titties ass ass n ttttitties"

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

His crazy ass family and crazy ass wife,

Lights will flash, cars will crash

I was being an ass

So chase the air hide your stash

Fucking bitch with big ass

While you had to struggle ‘n kiss ass, and for what bitch?

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

I'll strike a match and light your ass, while i write 'n' craft your suicidal note

Evertime i try to speak, they immediatey go into berzerk mode,

Titties, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

That are targeted at your ass.

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash