This is a song about "Fake asses"

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

After the show i got with serval of the those asses

Wearin levi's made & crafted enough for several asses

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time

Fine girls with fine asses sipping on some nice wine

Kiss my fucking hinny, bitch you so whinny kiss both our asses

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

Your boyfriend can kick our asses blindfolded.

All you niggas dead , dead fake

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

Back with a passion for smashin these rappin' asses.. an

Don't violate my patience i'm waiting, to kill a man

Scripting words, that’s my shit, poking v’s and phat asses kid,

Just a little sprung but don't call me on your period