This is a song about "Bongs and bitches"

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

While all the pretty bitches watch and stare

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

And these bitches will never ever stop it

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches