This is a song about "My ass"

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Walkin my ass to school with mismatched socks

I can get straight to the cash

My man got a feel for your ass

Wipe my ass with your lyric sheets

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

...that's all i have

Kicked out on my own ass

Why a black nigga take ass over class

But if i had just kept my head up my ass

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

They actually got me to get off my ass

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

These crazy ass thoughts going through my brain