This is a song about "Bitches with stank vagina"

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Always stay ahead of these stank hoes

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

Sayin shit, knocking bitches out with super saiyan fists

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

My dick romaine lettuce and yours some stank ass cabbage

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

I chase cheese i get it, nothing but cream i'm getting

Of me winning with these mad bitches snitching.

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

What happened to the dreams of beaches with bitches?

Tryin' to celebrate my independence day, will smith

Spattering bitches brains everywhere with my pistol,

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little