This is a song about "Farts from yo ass"

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

So when they get freed, we come kill yo ass

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

Yo poor ass probably live with your mom in a shack

I never wore a kufi, ignore my religion

You just getting yo ass knocked out just like sonny liston

And i am one of one

Get yo ass out the kitchen

So i put my motha-fuckin' boot up yo ass!

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

On yo ugly ass face

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

Yo ass dissed me, better not let me catch you