This is a song about "No ass"

That are targeted at your ass.

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

Stick a grape up there tape your ass down so there's no escape,

Bitch no one believes your fake ass lies

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

We got no time for pussy ass rhymes, take your shit back an resite your lines,

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

My ass sitting, awful on metal without no cushion,

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Fuck me in my fat ass

Got my foot on the gas

No need for a punk ass nobody music engineers

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

No more fucking cigarettes lit, no more stupid ass presentations and useless magazine ad bits

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips