This is a song about "Jakes ass"

Why a black nigga take ass over class

Always been just a stick in the ass!

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

My man got a feel for your ass

Fucked you up, straight in the ass!

And when it come to the cash

I like my friends imaginary with no names

Bottles by the case, runnin from the jakes

Then grassed me up to the jakes

One verse is all it takes

Fam 2s me a blem, dishonor on the jakes

I'm back on these highways moving cakes

Completely your fault dumb ass

So chase the air hide your stash