This is a song about "Fucking bitches at a party"

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Bitches spittin their raps at me gingerly, smokin hickory, im a mystery,

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

The next day i chilled at a friend's house party and he played ny state of mind

I crawl up and down bitches legs like im a fucking caterpillar,

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Student at a broken down school, fucking fags need a tuneup

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

Down in dallas at the all-star game

Gonna party hard at rail way terrain

Makes for a hell of party

Now it might sound cocky

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

Tryna find a secret garden just like tyler the creator

My bitches like to cut the dope, and bag it for a dime and at the same time

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine