This is a song about "My butthole"

My shirt, purple label my shirt

That bitch was racist, got me fired

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen

I'll keep on moving and tryna get out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Ha, wale you so arrogant

My streaks my testament.

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

So would you please listen to what i'mma need from you

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

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Tryna get a nigga with a all-star name