This is a song about "Cocain in my ass"

They don't ask for a pass when yo ass waltz in my dress room

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

Fell asleep in first class

I bury lightning in your ass

Cause you're most likely to crash

Bed and my dick in yo girls ass

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

Toilet paper to wipe my ass

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/

You bitch ass niggas know my name, i'm in that bentley fire flame

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass