This is a song about "Your ass o"

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

A'int nobody like your mother fucking bitch ass,

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Your phone's cocked, but i've blocked your calls to triple o

Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes

And whoever the villain is, is none o f your business,

So chase the air hide your stash

Completely your fault dumb ass

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Like football your ass smacked dad

I'mma sign that work and release that

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