This is a song about "Poopy butts"

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

They need to be prostate doctors, how they going after butts

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Put em in handcuffs, fucked their butts

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Switching topics up, as fast as i smack these lacking rappers' butts

Young girls wanna get huge butts soon / nobody has got idols to look up to

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

They let me put it in there butts