This is a song about "My buttcheek"

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

So the ones eye has freak don't run

My words are my rhythm

But you don't have a chance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

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

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

A coward dies a thousand deaths

My summertime sunshine

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine