This is a song about "My but"

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

But got comma’s in my statement

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

But my record remains impeccable

I’ll never use a rubber

But you’re my fucking mother

But my labor has culminated,

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

And inside they think rap's soft

But my god had my sins washed!

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

But i'm my own intermediary

You a lady boss, now you fly free

But you know my motto:

I'm never faded though