This is a song about "Telecommunicate ass"

Completely your fault dumb ass

Baby, you got that super bass

So chase the air hide your stash

I was being an ass

I bury lightning in your ass

Baby got that super bass

I fucked you up, straight in the ass!

Rolling while im blowing this stash

See her man face-to-face through the glass

Toilet paper to wipe my ass

So you can kiss my ass

Got my foot on the gas

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

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

Fuck being an architect and kissing ass,