This is a song about "Woodshit up my ass"

Fucked you up, straight in the ass!

And when it come to the cash

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

And shove my rhymes up your ass and declare you a fraud.

I fucked you up, straight in the ass!

Lights will flash, cars will crash

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Take a crack at battling me, you'll be out back with my notepad up your damn ass

Toilet paper to wipe my ass

Baby, you got that super bass

I got tricks up my ass, you can't stop worrying for my clicks like an axe

He insane, already gone madblames himself for his setbacks

Kicked out on my own ass

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

But now spitting shit up so fast it comes out of my mouth and not my ass

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class