This is a song about "Pro laps asshole"

18 year sentence with no parole

All they see is an asshole

Leading with the speed by like one or two laps

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

Asshole flowers, going home

Mami told me son, hold your own

Imma fucking pro, nigga, i stay composed

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

For making an asshole

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

Mom's stressed from two dads, putting more crap on her laps

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

Ass-clappin' standing on applauding the effort

Chilling with this asshole, he call himself sweatshirt