This is a song about "My arse"

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

And that i spent the night with her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Lay down, relax, climax, let me bite you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Cause some of you bitches funny

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

We wake up, i go to work, she leave out

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Ya girls arse so fat i wunt even slap it,