This is a song about "Butt hash"

And it was nothing to you but hands on my butt

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Houdini niggas, linguine ass butt munch

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

And although you're a pain in my big toe, the butt

Fist fights, slinging crack, sniffed the crisp pack, stashed hash,

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Strike your ass with liquid nitro gas, light the hash,

I’ll kick only motherfuckers butt.

I know you're mad, but so what

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Next thing i know is, theres a gaping hole in my butt,