This is a song about "Your ass"

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

Bitch no one believes your fake ass lies

So your bitch ass bout to get bagged

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Your life is a product of trash

I don't have to kiss your ass

You better have your face on your ass.

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

My man got a feel for your ass

See her man face-to-face through the glass

While i rise take your ass

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Completely your fault dumb ass

Got my foot on the gas

While your fat ass mother made you babysit

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit