This is a song about "Cheeks"

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

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

She choked 'n' frowned as tears were rolling down her cheeks 'n' soaked the ground

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

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

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Cheeks feeling flaccid but you need it for your habit

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

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

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

She choked 'n' frowned as tears were rolling down her cheeks 'n' soaked the ground

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips