This is a song about "My butt hurt"

I slapped the fuck out that butt sparks in my hand

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

My chief felt a sense of relief. i'm not a thief but slut , look at your butt,

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Getting butt hurt by my rhymes, face red looking flustered.

My intention was never to hurt you,

I gotta tell you that my love is true

Don't know why, had a girlfriend with a small butt on my nuts,

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Who da fuck do this too my fucking butt?

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

Me and you just need to talk a bit

Like my boy #lucifer said, i butt fuck it

Can't tell, my im so hungry my stomach hurt

That we picked up at the last concert