This is a song about "Tom ass"

Keep getting knocked down, back on my ass

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

While i rise take your ass

And when it come to the cash

He's like #tom #'n' #jerry, he gets beaten by mice, so he friggin' tries

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Skitter scammer before i break yo sleek ass...

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

One more bite from cardiac arrest ass.

Toilet paper to wipe my ass

Your life is a product of trash

Fuck me in my fat ass

So chase the air hide your stash