This is a song about "Ass pounding"

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Grounding ‘n pounding due to the love for a light punch

So chase the air hide your stash

Toilet paper to wipe my ass

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

With a different sounding riff pounding ya brain insane like a preacher

...that's all i have

I was being an ass

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

The pavement i am pounding, the days they keep on amounting

Skitter scammer before i break yo sleek ass...

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Lights will flash, cars will crash

A couple of hookers, nice ass

Blue dixon running shoes hanging from laces,hearts pounding faster when

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again