This is a song about "Your ass"

I don't have to kiss your ass

I can get straight to the cash

Your ass looks plumb and ripe,

You gotta make sure you aim right

A'int nobody like your mother fucking bitch ass,

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

You better have your face on your ass.

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

I know you're mad, but so what

I'll get your ass so duffled up,

Your psychopathic ass belongs in therapy

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money