This is a song about "Crucifix your ass"

A'int nobody like your mother fucking bitch ass,

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

A'int nobody like your mother fucking bitch ass,

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

I'll have your grumpy ass refrigerated,

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

You'd admit, that i am so fortunate i might be a crucifix

I made your moms ass rosy

They say nothings ever free

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Completely your fault dumb ass