This is a song about "Shake that ass"

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

Take that cutlass an shove it up yo ass,

Don’t need to shake my ass for you

My home girl told me i got an issue

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Believed that blacks could unite with the whites together and shake hands

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

Come to my concerts ill shake my ass and thats a fact,

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Please... twerk twerk, let that ass work,

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Cause mr.clean'll bust that ass and leave that juicy open.

That fat ass looks juicy and round

Even if i miss she gon' rebound

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Slithering snake you whither and shake