This is a song about "Zach is ass"

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Enough is enough with your fake ass lines

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Gluteus is in the air make sure that bitches ass is up

Now all i wanna see is to see yo ass go down

Untouchable soundniggas hide like hoes when we hit your town

No need to fight back, we have zach/

See i let my nigga split that

He is a winner a pure ass kicker

Even if you not a stripper

You disappear if yo wack ass is a target

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Saying my song is ass lemme see you try bitch

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

Whether watching for the feds or avoiding the grim reaper

For misdemeanors, dreamer, held back ass is lowkey still a senior