This is a song about "Butt hash"

I know what you do with that

Smoking hash thats where the stacks at

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

And independent financially, how stands with me in smashin' hash,

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

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

There's bitter masses established while you just twitter and hash it

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

I’ll kick only motherfuckers butt.

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

Hey ''kid'', remind me to stick this screwdriver in your mommas butt

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut