This is a song about "Butt plugs"

I’ll kick only motherfuckers butt.

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Constantly making you the butt of all jokes, of your pears,

I get in my zone, you try to get your butt toned

I watched people i know pray and catch the holy ghost

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

I'm that nigga with the plugs

I like to poop out of my butt,

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Good kids make bad grown ups

Then got high from butt plugs

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

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

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

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