This is a song about "My ass"

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

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

Eat the shit i funnel from my ass

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Fuck me in my fat ass

And when it come to the cash

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

Must be something you want me to see

Kiss my ass, cuz my ass made this money.

Walkin my ass to school with mismatched socks

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Keep getting knocked down, back on my ass

Baby got that super bass

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

Yes, sir - thank god kinda worried 'bout my ass