This is a song about "Cakes that ass and shake assistant on a sick and be a big booty hoe"

S.w.a.t sick a hound on me for peeps and staring

So many blessings while we stressing

Well that's just fucking absurd tell me that and i'll put a curse on your ass,

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

The roc to allido, they all believe me though

Is that there wasn't a father for this pimp and this hoe

With your head on a spike a big ass frown.

I know a little betty from downtown

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass

You got a problem with my ass and then you talk so big

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

And i didn't just want to grip on your booty

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Girl your ass so big i could build a house on it