This is a song about "I beat your ass"

Rolling while im blowing this stash

I don't have to kiss your ass

I made your moms ass rosy

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

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

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

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

I should kill your ass with a knife

And when i start to rise

I will beat you red,cos your cute rhymes are killing me

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Just put your hand on the glass

While i rise take your ass

Beat your faggot ass til you come back into conscious

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was