This is a song about "My ass cheeks"

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Don’t need to shake my ass for you

So i put my motha-fuckin' boot up yo ass!

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Pick her up and then i'll let her wiggle them ass cheeks

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

Fuck with mine, i'll put my foot up your ass

No one-half and i hate math

Kicked out on my own ass

My ass got sulky n' grumpy

A military mind mean money

But i let off everything i have

Call it boomerang, it comes right back on my ass