This is a song about "No 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

No need for a punk ass nobody music engineers

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

Rolling while im blowing this stash

I bury lightning in your ass

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

If you ain't got no ass bitch wear a poncho

Fuck me in my fat ass

Cause you're most likely to crash

Wack ass pawns- no stacked stats drawn- half ass prawns

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

Baby, you got that super bass

While i rise take your ass