This is a song about "Talia is an ass"

Have your girlfriend calling an ambulance to come scoop yo ass up

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Enough is enough with your fake ass lines

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Bring your pen and your weed stash

I was being an ass

With a sack of your ash an a steak knife i used to hack off your ass.

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

There must be another route, way out

And a spouse with an ass that bounce around

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

This whiney ass fucker is just another sucker