This is a song about "The carrot up my ass"

Take a crack at battling me, you'll be out back with my notepad up your damn ass

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

But if i had just kept my head up my ass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

The engine in back of my car

While yo bitch ass caught up in the bar

And shove my rhymes up your ass and declare you a fraud.

Dopeboyz hatin' but them faggots is a lotta talk

Damn thats fucked up don't give a shit my ass is sewn up

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club

Gluteus is in the air make sure that bitches ass is up

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Eat the shit i funnel from my ass

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

You read my stuff and then you pucker up and kiss my ass