This is a song about "Fresher than your ass"

Like football your ass smacked dad

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Fresher than a waiter, defeat is what i'm serving,

Well guess what, i probably got more money than your lousy ass

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

A'int nobody like your mother fucking bitch ass,

Before i kick your ass

So chase the air hide your stash

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

This shit fresher than the harvest it will crush the world like a comet

...that's all i have

I splash your dirty ass,