This is a song about "Yo ass"

Bitch sit the fuck down or get yo ass inna back

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Smack yo ass with a pistol,

Never seen you as lyrical

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Stick to ma word, yo i'll smoke your bitch ass

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Ill tie yo little ass to the pool table and shoot the cube ball to yo adams apple

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

Body yo ass now you stinking in yo mama trunk

I was the one blowing yo pussy ass while yo sis in kitchen

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son