This is a song about "Eating butt"

Just tell me that i ever meant anything

So i'm gonna keep making, smoking and eating,

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Eating like muhammad ali after ramadan

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club

But i'm so smoothe like baby butt

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

Sound like applause when she shakin that butt

They like talking, its like gossip

Who da fuck do this too my fucking butt?

In your butt it slips 'n' pops.

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Next thing i know is, theres a gaping hole in my butt,

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Now this is what i call an evening

No rations or resources for eating//