This is a song about "Your ass o"

I splash your dirty ass,

...that's all i have

See her man face-to-face through the glass

My man got a feel for your ass

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Your psychopathic ass belongs in therapy

Bring your pen and your weed stash

And ill bus a cap in your ass

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Completely your fault dumb ass

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I made your moms ass rosy

You better have your face on your ass.

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse