This is a song about "Scratching my ass"

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass

See her man face-to-face through the glass

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

No one-half and i hate math

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

All that ass in your jeans

Wipe my ass with your lyric sheets

See my ass is always on the ground

I just might throw a big amount

But i kinda like your company

Kiss my ass, cuz my ass made this money.

I can get straight to the cash

Kicked out on my own ass

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

They actually got me to get off my ass