This is a song about "Men s butts"

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Put em in handcuffs, fucked their butts

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

I rather give you my last to see you live again

I get creepy as cabbage patches latched and attached to men,

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

Women front, they get its cold

S queezys very bold

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Y'all can keep all the trophies get at kim and i'm fine

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble