This is a song about "Butt seck"

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Sound like applause when she shakin that butt

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

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

And mad hoes ask beavis i get nuttin butt head

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

I may exaggerate but butt sex aggravates me

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

Houdini niggas, linguine ass butt munch

Like my boy #lucifer said, i butt fuck it

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

Getting butt hurt by my rhymes, face red looking flustered.

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work