This is a song about "My arse"

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Dont even lie you lick cock and arse,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

I need to wake your scrawny arse up so you don't forget about me

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

We hustle to survive

See my pain through my eyes,

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

Makin' them arse scared to death, so they started fakin' their verse.

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense