This is a song about "Cocain in my ass"

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Kicked out on my own ass

Lights will flash, cars will crash

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

These fruity ass rappers sit quite well in my tummy

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I bury my whole foot in ur faggot ass and still walk tall haters keep me on toes/

Got my foot on the gas

Toilet paper to wipe my ass