This is a song about "What your ass"

And to your ass ima destroy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Your ass looks plumb and ripe,

And you're approaching me right

In your ass like it feeds your appetite

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

What them tippers don't see

I made your moms ass rosy

That are targeted at your ass.

Lights will flash, cars will crash

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

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

A'int nobody like your mother fucking bitch ass,