This is a song about "Butt checks and apple sauxe"

And it was nothing to you but hands on my butt

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

All ways blabbering about whos butt and whos mutt

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Cashing checks, making money, rinse and repeat is all i did

Face it: your face caucasian, you literally naked

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

15 and only the checks involved_don’t mess around like this

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

I hear them talk, and run back to my room, my dad checks up on my bed//