This is a song about "Crusty ass"

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Fuck being an architect and kissing ass,

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Kiss my ass, cuz my ass made this money.

Before i kick your ass

I can get straight to the cash

Fuck me in my fat ass

Just put your hand on the glass

Quick to burn yo bitch ass

So chase the air hide your stash

Bring your pen and your weed stash

I splash your dirty ass,