This is a song about "My ass"

They actually got me to get off my ass

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

Don’t need to shake my ass for you

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

These crazy ass thoughts going through my brain

I'll never call you bitch again

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Walkin my ass to school with mismatched socks

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

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

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

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

And when it come to the cash

So you can kiss my ass

See my ass is always on the ground

It is breaking me down, no more friend around