This is a song about "Small butts"

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

We can do it for ya for a small fee

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

I know howard that college, but uptown has some problems

Switching topics up, as fast as i smack these lacking rappers' butts

Even if the amount of money is so small

It ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Put em in handcuffs, fucked their butts

Or closed casket for our troubles

They need to be prostate doctors, how they going after butts

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Like a small garage in your backyard