This is a song about "Butch ass champ"

Wack ass pawns- no stacked stats drawn- half ass prawns

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Fuck me in my fat ass

...that's all i have

But i let off everything i have

I bury lightning in your ass

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

Champ with a pencil thats the glock

So you can kiss my ass

She graduated top of the class

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

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass//

A couple of hookers, nice ass

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

No one-half and i hate math

Completely your fault dumb ass