This is a song about "Bust yo ass"

Smack yo ass with a pistol,

Baby girl my stroke official

Yo are a pain in the ass

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Bitch sit the fuck down or get yo ass inna back

Body yo ass now you stinking in yo mama trunk

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

It like you expect catereers to care for yo ass