This is a song about "Pass into the ass"

I said ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

So pass that ass to me let me squish the left cheek

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

But the sun shines out of my ass, it was unstable pass,

Check your ass into the boards, bro i'll put you on the benches

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

And sipping the jack they pass

Cause you're most likely to crash

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

Ten or four, sirens go off as the police pass

I should michael jordan these rappers

I pass cancer through the mic, have answers,

They don't ask for a pass when yo ass waltz in my dress room

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune