This is a song about "Donuts up a butt"

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Hold up, hold up, hold up, popped a molly (popped a molly)

And it was nothing to you but hands on my butt

It's late and you stuck in my basement

Then got high from butt plugs

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Don't know why, had a girlfriend with a small butt on my nuts,

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

So i ain't giving a fuck

I like to poop out of my butt,

Now he takes it up the butt while he puckers up

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

In your butt it slips 'n' pops.

Heard the sound of several gun shots