This is a song about "Butts"

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

Good kids make bad grown ups

Put em in handcuffs, fucked their butts

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

Switching topics up, as fast as i smack these lacking rappers' butts

They need to be prostate doctors, how they going after butts

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

They let me put it in there butts

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Young girls wanna get huge butts soon / nobody has got idols to look up to