This is a song about "That asss"

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

That shit that you be spittin son, you never should've wrote that

That i forgot,that i needed

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

That had the voices that people worshiped.

That outnumber infinity

They lying on they jimmy

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

Living that, living that life is da best,

I got that powder, i got that white

My direction good, well-rounded type

Observe: cock and spray

That reminds me of that day

Tell me that you call that rapping

Her phone in the bag, she dancing