This is a song about "I just got anally blasted"

I just got validation on my ass whooping ticket

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

It's just i got a list of shit that i just have to be on

Sometimes my mouth just overloads the ass that i don't got

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Now i got no stress just love and there's no pressure

But now i’m ok, i got my shit together

I got problems, so fuck it, i’ve just hit rock bottom

My hat is by jabbia and if you got a fucking problem

I'm just sayin' i got fuckin' problems, mama's got a job,

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

I just wanna have an exhilerating purpose, i think i got one