This is a song about "Bitches from the islands"

Find me stuntin for the bitches

Cause bitch, i'm big business

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Or a ruler conquering a couple of islands

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

Toes, no attention from bitches, so no kissing this toad

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

Tomorrow i think i might go buy a couple of private islands,

Ha, i'm super freaky, no top on the ghini, no flaw in my diamonds

Bitches talkin shit can't hear em from the sky

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

So all i gotta say is to the thirsty bitches,

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

Then landed on my throttle

He make the bitches all marvel