This is a song about "Pineapple going on a mans ass"

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Your wife's opened a new store, store's got a new mans cones,

I'm going on a killing spree with no precision

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mindtell me young nigga never learned a thang

But it isn't confined to a small mans imagination, but rather redefined by a man,

I flip their ass off like an acrobat on a trapeze

Hell, ever since i was a little nigga havin' fantasies

Cummin' on your ass like i'm droppin' a creep tumor

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

With your head on a spike a big ass frown.

He won't sit down, given the crown

Puts me on my ass, got me howling like a wolf

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

I'm bad ass, renegade type of dude on a new harley

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free