This is a song about "Men s butts"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Switching topics up, as fast as i smack these lacking rappers' butts

It´s the battle of life

Right flows down and they might go nice

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Rich white and black white-washed men/

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

Hand to hand in the cold

S queezys very bold

They'll never become better men

Then lost her faith again

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts