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

Walked out the church, then got a call that my homie was murdered

A+'s is all i create, fake's- make fusses and cusses they butt hurt

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

I'd rather lay around and play around my lady then butt fuck it.

Instrumental from lexus, change is what they expected

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

Snap her adam's apple, have a laugh, and toss her off a bridge

I can't hear you little niggas in ibiza bitch

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

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

Your friends say, why we not together yet

And mad hoes ask beavis i get nuttin butt head

I got the mind of a serial killer, i killed glitter and apple fritter, big sean,

Here, take a cab, thanks a lot for the cockshe's gone, and i'm thinkin that my game's so strong

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks