This is a song about "Bitch asses"

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Wearin levi's made & crafted enough for several asses

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

They found a couple cammel asses i didnt even smoke

Cops shootin' innocents, and ghettos bustin' caps in asses

That naturally act like these raps is a mattress

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

To take their thumbs out their asses & vote u up

Many downsyndrum asses like you, cant manage this play,

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Kiss my fucking hinny, bitch you so whinny kiss both our asses

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

But you see, asses to me are just for kicking

D-low where's the trigger, i'll let this bullet play hero.. bang

Back with a passion for smashin these rappin' asses.. an