This is a song about "Telecommunicate ass"

And i can't help but stare, cause

Wack ass pawns- no stacked stats drawn- half ass prawns

Cause you're most likely to crash

I was being an ass

But i let off everything i have

My man got a feel for your ass

So chase the air hide your stash

Big tits and a big ass

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass//

Your life is a product of trash

And when it come to the cash

So you can kiss my ass

Got my foot on the gas

Completely your fault dumb ass