This is a song about "Puddit inya butt"

Houdini niggas, linguine ass butt munch

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

And although you're a pain in my big toe, the butt

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

I get in my zone, you try to get your butt toned

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Who da fuck do this too my fucking butt?

Knees dug deep into the pavement

Busta cap in your freaking butt and

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Wait, what? you're so bad that you don't even get your own butt?

Sound like applause when she shakin that butt

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Shove your head up your butt til ya see your own guts