This is a song about "I like ass"

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

Murder essence, i feel like your ass just missed the message,

I bury lightning in your ass

Got my foot on the gas

'till i rap and your ass is spaced out like captain kirk

Walked out the church, then got a call that my homie was murdered

Goddamn, the boy's back

Once i see an ass like that

Bring your pen and your weed stash

I was being an ass

And i ain't even ask she throwing ass and i'm like batter up

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Wishing i had supreme light like old ass foes

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes