This is a song about "What your ass"

The door crack, niggas all black

Like football your ass smacked dad

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

I bury lightning in your ass

Well guess what, i probably got more money than your lousy ass

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

We all know what your about, so you keep ya bitch ass up on that seat

And when it come to the cash

My man got a feel for your ass

Baby, you got that super bass

That are targeted at your ass.

And to your ass ima destroy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

I splash your dirty ass,

Baby got that super bass