This is a song about "Jacob thompson"

Smoking on that weed, straight from chicago,

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

The gats got its own mind, with a psycho attached

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

And although you're a pain in my big toe, the butt

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

Rip this is for you jordan davis

Like my boy #lucifer said, i butt fuck it

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Made it out naija with nothing in the bank

They said show me ya gats, ya cash, ass ya smashed

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

I like to poop out of my butt,

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Wait, what? you're so bad that you don't even get your own butt?