This is a song about "Kicking yo ass"

I didnt clap yo ass out the game cuz nigga u lame

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Body yo ass now you stinking in yo mama trunk

Yeah, check the stats, my team winning

This player gonna leave yo ass limping

And i got that drive and she just might crash

So i put my motha-fuckin' boot up yo ass!

It like you expect catereers to care for yo ass

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Quick to burn yo bitch ass

No one-half and i hate math

And i just love your flashy ways

On yo ugly ass face

Smack yo ass with a pistol,

Never seen you as lyrical