This is a song about "In side but it in the butt"

I slapped the fuck out that butt sparks in my hand

I understand i'm back by popular demand

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

Take a look in my head, welcome to the dark side

I get in my zone, you try to get your butt toned

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

In your butt it slips 'n' pops.

But it fits better in the ground.

Weed up, better make a sound

45 always tucked in the side

Cause another innocent died

Busta cap in your freaking butt and

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

But only the ho's put the effort in to dig it,