This is a song about "Butt load"

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

It's late and you stuck in my basement

Who da fuck do this too my fucking butt?

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

In your butt it slips 'n' pops.

Load up his nine no one defy him

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Impeccable give it my note

After i load the boat,

I had messed up childhood, my uncle fucked me in the butt

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

This motha fucka crowed

That'll make ya blow your load

My bitch on the come-up while your bitch is going broke

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load