This is a song about "Crusty ass"

Baby got that super bass

I was being an ass

The blunt that's lit, burnt me quick and blood gushed from my crusty lips

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Before i kick your ass

Just put your hand on the glass

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

That are targeted at your ass.

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass//

Fuck me in my fat ass

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Cause you're most likely to crash

A couple of hookers, nice ass

Got my foot on the gas

So you can kiss my ass