This is a song about "Whooped their ass"

I was being an ass

Bring your pen and your weed stash

A couple of hookers, nice ass

Rolling while im blowing this stash

Cause you're most likely to crash

So you can kiss my ass

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

And disrespect their women, beat their girlfriends,

I flip their ass off like an acrobat on a trapeze

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

She graduated top of the class

Quick to burn yo bitch ass

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Kick their ass to the curb or throw em in a ditch,

Observin' their plat flows, viewin' their bars, their psych, givin me methods//

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks