This is a song about "501"

While scheming on hits

I'm the shit like i got the shits

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

Like they're giving me a rim job

My team getting digits

Only writing awesome hits

When they twist and talk with they fingers

Other niggas got the jitters

Because they scared when i spin knobs

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Scat porn with corny lines consistency of grits

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

In jaws is where my name staying

Flowing on this beat like diarrhea from my lips

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference