This is a song about "That ass"

Too focused, one word

Please... twerk twerk, let that ass work,

Cause mr.clean'll bust that ass and leave that juicy open.

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Ride him all around, when he hits the ground

That fat ass looks juicy and round

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

Kick in the pants, ass hurts, take that risk before its worse

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

Damn, you rap shit, crying gangsters, the type of ass that

So don't ask me why they strung out

And a spouse with an ass that bounce around

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

But for that, i gotta bust my ass no more charades.

A is for assholes assisting ass clowns, true that

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back