This is a song about "Grabbing ass"

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Any resistance im grabbing my putter

Grabbing a diploma, though he'd never do it, nu uh - not dakota

So im saying sorry now for all the bad shit ive said , its not an excuse i was a

Completely your fault dumb ass

No one-half and i hate math

And plus i've got the grass you lack, niggas, i be grabbing ass,

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

My hands grabbing everything in sight, and my pants sagging,

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Tail grabbing, bitch yapping, pigs crashing, react without reaction, which motherfucker's strapping

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Fuck me in my fat ass

Got my foot on the gas