This is a song about "Scratching my ass"

Wipe my ass with your lyric sheets

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Scratching i'm itching i'm afflicted

It's funny cause most of y'all ain't did shit

Bed and my dick in yo girls ass

But i let off everything i have

Why a black nigga take ass over class

Call it boomerang, it comes right back on my ass

Yes, sir - thank god kinda worried 'bout my ass

It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash

Fell asleep in first class

Toilet paper to wipe my ass

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Fuck with mine, i'll put my foot up your ass

My man got a feel for your ass

And i got that drive and she just might crash