This is a song about "The butt kicker"

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

I like to poop out of my butt,

In your butt it slips 'n' pops.

Heard the sound of several gun shots

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

And it was nothing to you but hands on my butt

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Constantly making you the butt of all jokes, of your pears,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Devastating a grave digger your just a slave kicker a fake figure,

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

But here's the kicker, i'm living on the river

But i'm so smoothe like baby butt

I love you though i'll still fuck