This is a song about "But cheeks"

Fuck you little pussy ur cheeks are pink, 218 bitch.

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

But instead i'm stuck under covers, nothing left but to smolder

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I know you're mad, but so what

Say what you wanna but

But that's reality.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Nothing but misery

My slight fo's just talk dirty

I dont even care but

They like talking, its like gossip

I used to be jigga but

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck