This is a song about "My butt"

In your butt it slips 'n' pops.

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Constantly making you the butt of all jokes, of your pears,

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

I'd rather lay around and play around my lady then butt fuck it.

I understand i'm back by popular demand

I slapped the fuck out that butt sparks in my hand

I get in my zone, you try to get your butt toned

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

And it was nothing to you but hands on my butt

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

But i'm so smoothe like baby butt

Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud

Who da fuck do this too my fucking butt?

I want diamonds too, ronnie on player's club