This is a song about "Buttcheek a"

You're a disaster a sham,

She said she's never had a man

Influences are a dime a dozen

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

The race war, when it's us against all of them

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

I'm a liar, i'm a sinner

And i roast ya bitch

Hit a bitch, gain a stitch

What a bummer, what a drag

Ain't even tryna hold back

That’s only if they handle

Your a show without a channel