This is a song about "Bitches cant get to mme"

I don't wanna ever come down off this cloud of lovin' you

I dont care about girls that get so drunk they cant count to two

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Haters think it cant get worse

Atom in my bath rum that cant handul bitches who cant fathom the fact

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Go on vacation, cant even afford to get on a train at the station

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Especially when all of these bitches tend to get suspicious

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Bitches flock to the ciroc used to get off in socks

U cant get louderthan headphones

Patron black, uh, patron jones