This is a song about "Ass whooping"

And when it come to the cash

So you can kiss my ass

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

A'int nobody like your mother fucking bitch ass,

Just put your hand on the glass

Poundin a bitch with a big ass,

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

I just got validation on my ass whooping ticket

Cause you're most likely to crash

Before i kick your ass

I can get straight to the cash

Completely your fault dumb ass

That are targeted at your ass.

Got my foot on the gas

No one-half and i hate math

Nice hotel, nice weed, nice beer, nice ass