This is a song about "Trappin that ass"

Then sent his ass to iraq, but unlike osama, his ass was the one that got smashed in,

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

This hype ass media sayin you gotta be this or do that

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Unloads a bunch a class tthinking is the ass that pass

Haha that hoe got ya ass whipped.

I am just an artist

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

And i knew that i'd make it out one day!, rappin' or trappin'

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

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

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

You thought that i was done with completely being an ass? please

You fuck her in the ass, oh shit that your boy manny

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family