This is a song about "Your ass o"

Your ass looks plumb and ripe,

It sends her on a trip so right

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Sister act your ass man, sap

So chase the air hide your stash

While i rise take your ass

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

I bury lightning in your ass

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

You with your pot o' gold while i carving different cultures

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Your lies haven't been sold you have cries with your pot o' gold

Cause you're most likely to crash

Completely your fault dumb ass

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Like you gotta bad case o' the sinus in your swollen head this the end