This is a song about "Cheesebutt"

Rhymes jumping with acrobatic verses..watchout my verses jump verses

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

You've heard it as a myth, but this is a hype for curses

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

She never judges u for all the fucked up things that u done did,