This is a song about "In culo"

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

While in reality im in a oldsmobile killing posers in the alleys

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

See i walked in while she creeped in.

They gon' love me for my ambition

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

I'm in high rhymes schools your're in third

In every thought, in every word

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six

Watch you in,watch you in, watch you in, im in for the win

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

In proving improvement in chunks,

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds