This is a song about "Slaping that ass"

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

I ain't trynna be forward

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Then sent his ass to iraq, but unlike osama, his ass was the one that got smashed in,

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Choke your ass out with that cobra clutch

Or getting attacked by a man that scarred your ass

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

But for that, i gotta bust my ass no more charades.

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

Ass fat, tap that put it on the ground

Cause everytime you come around

It's a fools fatewithout your word

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

You can't handle that i'm about to whoop your ass without

You must have joined the illuminati just to ball out