This is a song about "Wingnut likes butts"

Cant get enough, she likes it rough

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

I know howard that college, but uptown has some problems

They need to be prostate doctors, how they going after butts

The finals like the spurs,as miami likes to stir,

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

So many likes people fighting for em like pikes

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

Don't be ashamed if your raps feel likes its bad

Is it possible that i can be up in the likes

My dough in flipmode, what up to busta rhymes

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

No one likes being lied to.