This is a song about "Madison woods ass"

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

In the woods outside on the dirt

I splash your dirty ass,

Gotta make that cash

But still i hear rustles in the woods and i think it's the police emerging,

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

So chase the air hide your stash

I was being an ass

I bury lightning in your ass

Baby got that super bass

Just put your hand on the glass

Fuck me in my fat ass

She graduated top of the class

Completely your fault dumb ass

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

In the woods, i began to slaughter those weaker than me.