This is a song about "Bitches on dicks"

Fuck getting the digits, nigga im busting on these bitches

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Triple six for the niggas that's hopping on dicks

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

If you're bitches you feast on overdosed waste

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

In kitchen, whippin' blow, it got the same damn crumbs

Got many bitches on my plate at once

Then i stabbed in their dicks

Fuck, clean up on aisle six