This is a song about "Woodshit up my ass"

Fucked you up, straight in the ass!

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

My lazy ass would blaze the grass and smoke up the whole house

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

So i put my motha-fuckin' boot up yo ass!

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

Watch with 30 rocks in it no peacock, a little nbc talk

Full clip in dat tech boy fye yo ass up feed to my pets now you chopped up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Toilet paper to wipe my ass

Just put your hand on the glass

Damn thats fucked up don't give a shit my ass is sewn up

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Fucked you up, straight in the ass!

I can get straight to the cash