This is a song about "Gapping asshole"

Whip, plane, motions own

Asshole flowers, going home

Women at my pole

Down my head, chest, and asshole,

Rhymes i shot up your asshole.

This shit has got my soul

It's my first fucken rule i fire in the asshole

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

So i strike anywhere like matches, i'm an asshole to hoes

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

You asshole rappers spittin shit in the booth

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

But knowin you through music is going to change the world

Chilling with this asshole, he call himself sweatshirt

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

It creates a jewel, im an asshole jeweler, a sphincter ruler.