This is a song about "My asss"

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

Thinking how i could rid evil and let the good conquer

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

I bet you like these rap niggas, ain't going to write it better

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure