This is a song about "Crucifie your ass"

A'int nobody like your mother fucking bitch ass,

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

Bitch no one believes your fake ass lies

I used to have a nine to five

I'll have your grumpy ass refrigerated,

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

And when it come to the cash

Completely your fault dumb ass

I don't have to kiss your ass

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

That shit was wack as fuck

I'll get your ass so duffled up,

Wipe my ass with your lyric sheets

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams