This is a song about "Fucking ass"

No more fucking cigarettes lit, no more stupid ass presentations and useless magazine ad bits

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

And a big ass head, looking like some fucking monuments/

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

So chase the air hide your stash

While i rise take your ass

I battle your weak-ass for any fucking price,

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

Keep fucking with me then im turn your ass to casper,

She graduated top of the class

Toilet paper to wipe my ass

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

U hating ass nigga u a fucking jew