This is a song about "Working on that butt"

It's late and you stuck in my basement

And it was nothing to you but hands on my butt

I wish i would start to fly, but i'm just forced to sigh as my life continues,

Heard this for certain, but i'm working in curtains like surgical surgeons that do lose

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

That 53% of whites are working class with stereotypes?

I slapped the fuck out that butt sparks in my hand

Celebrate the very day that she get past

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Ready to leave guess your losing me, that ain't working while posing is humorously

But she forgot about the golden rule

While i'm hard on my grind working and school

Working ya ass out on hanson for minimum wage

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Sound like applause when she shakin that butt

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup