This is a song about "Fuck your ass"

And ill bus a cap in your ass

Your life is a product of trash

My man got a feel for your ass

Lights will flash, cars will crash

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Soon as the stooly sings

Your ass looks plumb and ripe,

And you're approaching me right

In your ass impression fuck a freestyle this is thee style

We can talk things over a little a while

I bury lightning in your ass

So chase the air hide your stash

Top dropped down, black on black

Like football your ass smacked dad

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Dog i swear if you respond, i'ma fuck your ass and rip it