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

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

I flip their ass off like an acrobat on a trapeze

Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women

I'm going on a killing spree with no precision

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass

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

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

But now i own yachts bigger than a lot of mans cribs

Your joker, 52 cards in a deck , the mad mans me the one who's gonna slit your

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

You thought you were going all out but i'll send your ass back in like a curfew