This is a song about "Doing it up the butt"

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

So crank it up live it up until the sun is up up up

It sounds corny when im doing forties in a second but the fact

I still be splitting women like a bogus hocus-pocus act

They just don't give a fuck

Get the lighter, light it up

When you bluffing, and end up doing nothing

Folarin said we 6 million and running

What the fuck is up what it is how you doing

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Fuck you up the butt with such a force that it broke the richter scale,

They giving niggas letters here and they ain't sending mail

In your butt it slips 'n' pops.

So she kisses the stars

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

It say it either or im doing me