This is a song about "Shut your black ass"

You better have your face on your ass.

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Imma be like your mummy - just shut up and feed,

Shut your face before this vase is glass

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

Pockets probably like fried food

Keep your mouth locked, shut and glued am i rude

Im comin in hard, better shut all your doors

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

No one-half and i hate math

While i rise take your ass

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

What happened to mind your business and shut your mouth

Shut your damn mouth and rip your whole dick off

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because