This is a song about "Bury yo ass"

Ill tie yo little ass to the pool table and shoot the cube ball to yo adams apple

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

This player gonna leave yo ass limping

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

I didnt clap yo ass out the game cuz nigga u lame

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

Stick to ma word, yo i'll smoke your bitch ass

Yea it look official

Smack yo ass with a pistol,

And i got that drive and she just might crash

So when they get freed, we come kill yo ass

Skitter scammer before i break yo sleek ass...

You after me, huh? i'm after cash