This is a song about "Butthole pleasure"

As i end this letter

And venture for pleasure

And i ain't frontin for her

I'd rather do business than pleasure

And then along came the wrong man for her

The fight was on because of me, and with pleasure

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Understand my pleasure treasured by such demands

Look the mastermind, took the masters mind

Pleasure is remembered and prized

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Purely for the pleasure, leisure not to make my stacks thicker/

Just remember i said it, by the end of november

To you, that will be the opposite of pleasure

Never will i surrender

I can't touch her, so for pleasure