This is a song about "Smelly butt cheeks"

And it was nothing to you but hands on my butt

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

While blazing that smelly fragrance, as i am pacing

I summed it up in a verse my kelly rowland's waiting

The kind this kid eats/hit you wit fists n feet /2 ur lips n cheeks/

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

But nah, he is quite different

Busta cap in your freaking butt and

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Pick her up and then i'll let her wiggle them ass cheeks

I’ll kick only motherfuckers butt.

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

Hey ''kid'', remind me to stick this screwdriver in your mommas butt

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

I had messed up childhood, my uncle fucked me in the butt