This is a song about "Butt pickin"

Pickin up the pace now, you're on the floor face down

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town

Busta cap in your freaking butt and

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

I like to poop out of my butt,

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

I'll kick you in your motherfuckin' butt nigga,

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

I be pickin' up them younger girls, them teenagers like i'm romeo,

Man stop this shit shake your butt a little bit

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

And it was nothing to you but hands on my butt

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

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