This is a song about "Dildos up my ass"

And shove my rhymes up your ass and declare you a fraud.

If you thought it, it better be what you want

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

You can cut me up fry my ass like bacon i'll still survive

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

So i put my motha-fuckin' boot up yo ass!

Take a crack at battling me, you'll be out back with my notepad up your damn ass

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

He insane, already gone madblames himself for his setbacks

I got tricks up my ass, you can't stop worrying for my clicks like an axe

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Fuck with mine, i'll put my foot up your ass

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

But now spitting shit up so fast it comes out of my mouth and not my ass