This is a song about "No ass ficking"

Fell asleep in first class

So you can kiss my ass

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

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

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

While i rise take your ass

So chase the air hide your stash

Some love makin' and homecookin'i'll see ya laterit don't take alot to keep a nigga hard

No broke niggas in my circle we at the top , ill body yo ass and have choppa dropped

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

I never chose rap, i guess it chose me, im done with this bitch ass, he aint no mc.

But look at me now, cover of billboard magazine, bitches scream wow, this nigga must have cream,

I bet you're probably thinkin that your ass is mean, fuck no man you're stuck usin vaseline

To the same kiss ass guys 'n, who have no idea who was the first to comply it

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that