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

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

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

Bring your pen and your weed stash

A couple of hookers, nice ass

I bury lightning in your ass

Cause you're most likely to crash

Quick to burn yo bitch ass

Lights will flash, cars will crash

Did you have fun?cause i'mma need a cab just to get me homemaybe you could call in sick

Angled like drafting italics, while you're ass is in panic n' dangled from fabric

I can get straight to the cash

Big tits and a big ass