This is a song about "Jacks arse"

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

A biggie imposter bout to turn you into bacon to eat with some flap jacks

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

So flip me the facts i started killing all these jacks

Than you gotta have a handle on your arse to take

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

Makin' them arse scared to death, so they started fakin' their verse.

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

Ya girls arse so fat i wunt even slap it,

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

I need to wake your scrawny arse up so you don't forget about me

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

Fair skin like cream in genie jar but mouth spillin' wind like loony arse

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops