This is a song about "My finger in the crack of a child s ass"

You went over to a friends and got fucked deep in that ass crack

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

Trigger squeezed, shine at the tip of my finger like nail polish

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Take a crack at battling me, you'll be out back with my notepad up your damn ass

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

Salute me, game: invented it, and you can't get no membership, little bitch

When i was a child out of all my peers i was the one with no advantage

Trigger squeezed, shine at the tip of my finger like nail polish

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time