This is a song about "Eating an ass"

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Hold the bus busking, busting ma ass for tips as an emcee

I was being an ass

I can get straight to the cash

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

I flip their ass off like an acrobat on a trapeze

With a note there and im thinking of reading

No rations or resources for eating//

Treasurin every moment like it's last, an outcast, left flat on his ass

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

And it'll keep eating till it takes an emotional toll

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

I flip their ass off like an acrobat on a trapeze

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies