This is a song about "Cheeks"

Man the people kissin' cheeks of the devil, got to hell,

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Fuck you little pussy ur cheeks are pink, 218 bitch.

The kind this kid eats/hit you wit fists n feet /2 ur lips n cheeks/

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

And i got cheeks so apple red they'd make her run for the hills,

Spittin rhymes i'm on bros new beats a new girl and she got a couple of cheeks

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

Pick her up and then i'll let her wiggle them ass cheeks

Cheeks feeling flaccid but you need it for your habit

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit