This is a song about "Plush rump"

One time for the girls with the right shoes

For the booked cases duels curb maced fools

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Around you ill run laps and swim trough your belly flaps

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Looking at a fat man's dick/

I'mma make it rain trick

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

Makin' them arse scared to death, so they started fakin' their verse.

My whole deck in my hands, cream of the crop

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

I see the world through different views, my crop pick,

Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music